Quotes About Pity

Not all who listen, believe. If you call the Gospel a crazy fairy tale, a far-too-good-to-be-true myth, an insane extension of wishful thinking, or even a blasphemous lie, I will respect you and argue with you. But if you call it a platitude, I can only pity you, for that means you have never listened to it.

I can see Richard Wagner standing at the gates of heaven. You have to let me in, he says. I wrote Parsifal . It has to do with the Grail, Christ, suffering, pity and healing. Right? And they answer, Well, we read it and it makes no sense. SLAM .

Todo mundo sabe disso, todo mundo que já olhou sem poder fazer nada para uma pessoa doente ou moribunda, ou um animal doente ou moribundo, sentiu uma pena terrível, uma pena avassaladora, e percebeu que essa pena, por maior que pudesse ser, é totalmente inútil.

Ultimately one has to pity these poor souls who know every secret about writing, directing, designing, producing, and acting but are stuck in those miserable day jobs writing reviews. Will somebody help them, please?

We are mortals, not gods. We die. Death is our nature. Without that fee paid in advance, the world does not come to us. That is the hard bargain life makes with us — with all of us, every one — and the condition we share. And for that reason, if no other, we should have pity for one another's losses. For the sorrows that must come sooner or later to each one of us, in a world we enter only on mortal terms.

Sympathy is a nobler feeling than pity. But if sympathy is the principal reason that one person is drawn to another, there will always be an unbridgeable chasm between friendship and genuine love.

He was conscious of an emptiness that made him see Komako's life as beautiful but wasted, even though he himself was the object of her love; and yet the woman's existence, her straining to live, came touching him like naked skin. He pitied her, and he pitied himself.

He was conscious of an emptiness that made him see Komako's life as beautiful but wasted, even though he himself was the object of her love; and yet the woman's existence, her straining to live, came touching him like naked skin. He pitied her, and he pitied himself.

But the Alim laughed at this. 'And we know who they are. Allah have pity on the Anglicans! Samad, when the male organ of a man stands erect, two thirds of his intellect go away,' said the Alim, shaking his head. 'And one third of his religion.

My father had never liked tears. He thought a man never cried for others, only for himself. And if he did, he was a coward and deserved no pity.

In fear and pity I saw before me his big, beautiful body, hollow of sperm and eternally sad, and I was overcome with dread like a prophet whose mission had become clear to him, I had been chosen to fill the void in his body, to penetrate the smooth, dark, beloved skin and be swallowed up in the dark void as in an ancient cave, never to see the sunlight again.

When he paraded his possessions hereafter, they would not consider the two together. They'd look with envy at the things and pity the man that owned them.

Swathing in this way their natural charms, this costume gave them a vague resemblance to Egyptian hermae; though from these blocks of muslin rose enchanting little heads of tender melancholy. They felt themselves the objects of pity, and inwardly resented it. What woman, however innocent, does not desire to excite envy?

My dear fellow, society only laughs at such a desperate conjugal predicament. Where it pities a lover, it regards a husband as ridiculously inept; it makes sport of those who cannot keep the woman they have secured under the canopy of the Church, and before the Maire's scarf of office. And I had to keep silence.

Physical pain pales beside moral suffering, but arouses more pity since it can be seen.

And I went on to deliver such a diatribe while comparing botany and the world, that we ended miles away from the dividing wall, and the Countess must have supposed me to be a wretched and wounded sufferer worthy of her pity. However, at the end of half an hour my neighbor naturally brought me back to the point; for women, when they are not in love, have all the cold blood of an experienced attorney.

You have less pity than the executioner

All quiet at the Tilden. Except for the obese wife of a wealthy industrialist, the furtive face of a raw food quack and the memory of a silk-shirted hoodlum tossing a bill on the carpet for you to crawl and fetch. All quiet except for the tortured face of a grey-eyed, ash-blonde lovely with a showgirl's body and a conscience heavier than a carload of sins. Mouth, a slash of red; eyes that pleaded for pity, understanding. And lips that told nothing…

Now, you can think what you like about the art of jazz – quite frankly, I don't really care what you think, because jazz is a thing so wonderful that if anybody doesn't rave about it, all you can feel for them is pity: not that I'm making out I really understand it all – I mean, certain LPs leave me speechless.

Pity the minds hat disdain opposition for opposition is the driving force of philosophy.

There ain't no room For the hopeless sinner Who would hurt all mankind Just to save his own Have pity on those Whose chances grow thinner Cause there's no hiding place From the Kingdom's Throne

He and Cooper were a lot alike. That was why Mercer had Cooper hunting him. Darkness clung to them both. They were loners. Killers. In the end, though, only one of them would survive this game. It wouldn't be Cooper. Pity. He'd once called the man friend. Now, he just thought of Cooper Marshall as a target.

Children are ruthless because they have not learned pity, they are inconsiderate because they have never experienced pain. When Philip had written the letter he had not seen his father receiving it, Philip had just sat down and written exactly what he was feeling with absolute honesty...

Perhaps it was inevitable that this quixotic boy should fall in love with Mary Kerr. She was so small and frail, so pathetic in her helplessness, and in her resignation to her fate. The boatman seemed a bully — the most despicable trait in the boy's eyes; sympathy for her came to him at their first meeting, a passionate pity that wrung his tender heart, and love followed with startling rapidity.