Quotes About Pity

No society is complete without some victim, a creature to pity, to jeer at, to scorn or to protect.

The media network has its idols, but its principal idol is its own style which generates an aura of winning and leaves the rest in darkness. It recognizes neither pity nor pitilessness.

A warrior knows that he is only a man. His only regret is that his life is so short that he can't grab onto all the things he would like to. But for him, this is not an issue; it's only a pity.

in prosperity prayers seem but a mere medley of words, until misfortune comes and the unhappy sufferer first understands the meaning of the sublime language in which he invokes the pity of heaven!

Oh, count, have pity upon me. I am so unhappy.' 'I have known a man much more unfortunate than you, Morrel.' Impossible! 'Alas,' said Monte Cristo, 'it is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides!

Yeah, I know." The poor girl. I felt very bad

Wondering at the loneliness of the new dead, remembering Kitten and Kitten's need for light and life. She had no sorrow for Kitten dead; she had pity that scalded. She

Eu sei: nojo é invenção, do Que-Não-Há, para estorvar que se tenha dó.

Life has to end. What a pity! Sometimes, when one is alone, the universe presses itself into one's hands: a plethora of joy, an organized plentitude.

Have you no pity?' Glokta could only shrug. 'I did have. As a boy I was soft-hearted beyond the point of foolishness. I swear, I would cry at a fly caught in a spider's web.' He grimaced at a brutal spasm through his leg as he turned for the door. 'Constant pain has cured me of that.

The man screamed, and screamed behind his mask, and the Bloody-Nine laughed, and twisted the blade. Logen might have pitied him, but Logen was far away and the Bloody-Nine had no more pity in him than the winter. Less even. He stabbed, and cut, and cut, and smiled, and the screams bubbled and died, and he let the corpse drop to the cold stones. His fingers were slick with blood and he wiped it on his clothes, on his arms, on his face—just as it should be.

God's pity! How long will it feel like burning?

Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.

These scenes,' said Valancourt, at length, 'soften the heart, like the notes of sweet music, and inspire that delicious melancholy which no person, who had felt it once, would resign for the gayest pleasures. They waken our best and purest feelings, disposing us to benevolence, pity, and friendship. Those whom I love — I always seem to love more in such an hour as this.' His voice trembled, and he paused.

It was a shame about him...really...

Oh, say, how call ye this, To face, and smile, the comrade whom his kiss Betrayed? Scorn? Insult? Courage? None of these: 'Tis but of all man's inward sicknesses The vilest, that he knoweth not of shame Nor pity! Yet I praise him that he came . . . To me it shall bring comfort, once to clear My heart on thee, and thou shalt wince to hear.

We may marvel. Yet I trust, When man seeketh to be just And to pity them that wander, God will raise him from the dust.

we are seldom sorry for those who need and crave our pity—we reserve this for those who, by other means, make us exercise the abstract function of pity.

Similarly we are seldom sorry for those who need and crave our pity--we reserve this for those who, by other means, make us exercise the

Amigos, nenhum. Só uns conhecidos que julgam que simpatizam comigo e teriam talvez pena se um comboio me passasse por cima e o enterro fosse em dia de chuva

Let no one underestimate the need of pity. We live in a stony universe whose hard, brilliant forces rage fiercely.

You pity the fool because you don't want to beat up a fool! You know, pity is between sorry and mercy. See, if you pity him, you know, you won't have to beat him up. So that's why I say fools, you gotta give another chance because they don't know no better. That's why I pity them!

Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity; for pain that teaches you courage - and give exceeding thanks for the mystery which remains a mystery still - the veil that hides you from the infinite, which makes it possible for you to believe in what you cannot see.

Sobre esta tierra quién tendrá piedad de nosotros. Míseros, no tenemos un Dios ante quien postrarnos y toda nuestra pobre vida llora.