Quotes About Pity

His heart, he said, had been the guide of his intellect. That is just what I would fain believe. But, O Wynnie! the pity of it if that story should not be true, after all! Ah, my love! I cried, that very word makes me surer than ever that it cannot but be true. Let us go on putting it to the hardest test; let us try it until it crumbles in our hands,—try it by the touchstone of action founded on its requirements.

He is going, he realizes. He is going, and will not be coming back as Brad. He must try at least to retain this feeling of pity. If he can, whoever he becomes will inherit this feeling, and be driven to act on it, and will not, as Brad now sees he has done, waste his life on accumulation, trivia, self-protection, and vanity.

Goodbye! Oh, not goodbye! he protested. I mean to know you better, Miss Lanyon of Undershaw! To be sure, it does seem a pity you should not, after such a promising start, but life, you know, is full of disappointments, and that, I must warn you, is likely to prove one of them.

In this case, said Randall unpleasantly, it affords me purer gratification to dwell upon the thought of my dear Aunt Gertrude duped and betrayed. Your aunt doesn't suffer throught it! What a pity! said Randall.

Compassion certainly seems to be wasted on you, sir!' she said tartly. 'Yes, of course it is. Besides, I like you, and I shan't if you pity me.

Beloved, till life can charm no more; And mourned, till Pity's self be dead.

She knows as well as anyone that pity, having played, soon tires.

There was something terribly stark in the way she said it, an acknowledgment of the hopelessness of the vampires' love for the demi-angels, and at the same time a resolute dignity that rejected pity.

whether it's the bitter treasury of folk wisdom or sweet adages and dicta, whether it's the dust of the bedamned or the dismay of the beloved, the sacks of bums or Judas's sums, whether it's movement from or standing by, the lies of the defrauded or the truths of the defamed, whether war or peace, whether stages or studios, taints or torments, whether darkness or light, hatred or pity, in life and beyond it—whether it's any of these, or anything else, you have to make good sense of it.

Remorseless time! fierce spirit of the glass and scythe,--what power can stay him in his silent course, or melt his iron heart with pity!

At the same time, as social beings, we are moved in the relations with our fellow beings by such feelings as sympathy, pride, hate, need for power, pity, and so on.

My! we couldn't get him out, Tom. And besides, 'twouldn't do any good; they'd ketch him again. Yes—so they would. But I hate to hear 'em abuse him so like the dickens when he never done—that. I do too, Tom. Lord, I hear 'em say he's the

When one rises above the individual villainy displayed, one can only pity them all, just as we shall be pitied some day.

The way to keep down hatred and contempt is certainly not to look for a man's alleged dignity, but, on the contrary, to regard him as an object of pity.

Ninguém é realmente digno de inveja, e tantos são dignos de lástima!

Lo que la lluvia es para el fuego, eso es la lástima para la ira.

Feeling pity for him, I stopped to browse and was stunned to discover what he had on offer. He

No one pitied him as he wished to be pitied," writes Tolstoy. "At certain moments after prolonged suffering he wished most of all (though he would have been ashamed to confess it) for someone to pity him as a sick child is pitied. He longed to be petted and comforted. He knew he was an important functionary, that he had a beard turning grey, and that therefore what he longed for was impossible, but still he longed for it.

MOTHER. Is he mad, or a rascal? LADY. He's neither. He's no ordinary man; and it's a pity I can tell him nothing he doesn't know already. That's why we don't speak much; but he's glad to have me near him; and so am I to be near him.

Poor souls. I feel so sorry for them.

He neither acquits nor condemns, but merely relates, and, just as a dream is more often painful than happy, so a tone of melancholy and pity for all mortal beings runs through this uncertain tale.

I once read about a guy who lost his arms in a fire. The nurse took pity on him and gave him a hand job. I don't even get that.

When one acts on pity against justice, it is the good whom one punishes for the sake of the evil; when one saves the guilty from suffering, it is the innocent whom one forces to suffer. There is no escape from justice, nothing can be unearned and unpaid for in the universe, neither in matter nor in spirit—and if the guilty do not pay, then the innocent have to pay it.

The trees had protected it from time and weather, and from men who have less pity than time and weather.