Quotes About Pity

I was very rich now, a super myriad trillionaire in Samapatti transcendental graces, because of good humble karma, maybe because I had pitied the dog and forgiven men. But I knew now that I was a bliss heir, and that the final sin, the worst, is righteousness. So I would shut up and just hit the road and go see Japhy.

My subject is war, and the pity of war.

All the persecutors declare against each other mortal war, while the philosopher, oppressed by them all, contents himself with pitying them.

In a war of truth and lie, lie retreats always with shame and pity.

A man could love only what he respected, not pitied.

Wisdom must go with Sympathy, else the emotions will become maudlin and pity may be wasted on a poodle instead of a child-on a field-mouse instead of a human soul.

Age, per se, may claim tenderness and pity, but not respect; that only comes when the years have brought humanity and wisdom and the experience that worketh hope.

Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.

She says what holds their marriage together is that she feels too damn sorry for him to ask for a divorce.

For man is essentially alone, and one should pity him and love him and grieve with him.

It is usually the case with most men that their nature is so constituted that they pity those who fare badly and envy those who fare well.

I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain, And bear the marks upon a blushing face, OF needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.

These poor rich men, we anglers pity them perfectly.

All these people want is a chance for the future, a chance they will follow with a strict consequentness [sic]. They will resent pity, they will be suspicious of oversolicitousness. They have seen man from his most evil side, who can blame them for being suspicious? They will resent having somebody plan every little detail for them. And in all fairness, who can blame them for that? Have they not lived in the land of the dead and so what can be so terrifying about the land of the living?

The First World War was at once piteous, in the poet's sense, and 'a pity'. It was something worse than a tragedy, which is ultimately something we are taught by the theatre to regard as unavoidable. It was nothing less than the greatest error of modern history.

You think if he did, things might change? I don't know, he said. That's the pity of it, Rhonda said. Nobody does.

It is a terrible thing to feel sorry for one's mother or indeed father. And it's an additionally awful thing to feel this and to know the impotence of the adolescent to do anything at all about it. Worse still, perhaps, is the selfish consolation that it isn't really one's job to rear one's parents.

I remember a rainy, depressing afternoon when she remarked 'What a pity we can't make love, there's nothing else to do,' and he agreed that it was and there wasn't.

Love is not full of pity (as men say)/ But deaf and cruel where he means to prey. (Hero and Leander, 771–72)

She turned her head and there was such sadness, such kindness in her pity for me, that I knew at once how the bold Othello, pirate and soldier—that hard, scarred, killing thing—had lost his heart.

No... I'll stay, said Eragon shakily, wiping his mouth. He avoided looking at the gruesome sight before them. Who could have done... He could not force out the words. Brom bowed his head. Those who love the pain and suffering of others. They wear many faces and go by many disguises, but there is only one name for them : evil. There is no understanding it. All we can do is pity and honor the victims.

Brom bowed his head. Those who love the pain and suffering of others. They wear many faces and go by many disguises, but there is only one name for them: evil. There is no understanding it. All we can do is pity and honor the victims.

Yet, ironically, it is her very wretchedness that makes me pity her so. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do!

El Anticristo puede nacer de la misma piedad, del excesivo amor por Dios o por la verdad, así como el hereje nace del santo y el endemoniado del vidente. Huye