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Sympathy one receives for nothing, envy must be earned.
Nothing precludes sympathy so much as a perfect indifference to it
The feeling of not being enough for someone, of knowing you would do anything for them and they not the same for you. I didn't want to, but I felt bad for her. I wanted to hate her, but I couldn't. I couldn't blame her for what she didn't know.
Sympathy is the charm of human life ...
The unconquerable pang of despised love.
Give me pity.
Flash.
Give me empathy.
Flash.
Pity is easy, but it is difficult to care.
I played an unsympathetic part
myself.
Those who choose not to empathise enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy.
In all disappointments sympathy is a great balm.
Feelings are untidy ...
Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the resources of expression can realise.
The misery of the moment.
Sympathy is no substitute for action.
I think was overly empathetic for a while in my life.
Real empathy is sometimes not insisting that it will be okay but acknowledging that it is not.
I don't try to kind of go for the overly sympathetic. I don't really like sympathy; I don't like it for myself. Sometimes sympathy you feel like, you're kind of trying to victimize someone.
Dislike is much easier to handle than sympathy.
Empathy has some unfortunate features - it is parochial, narrow-minded, and innumerate. We're often at our best when we're smart enough not to rely on it.
Those who cannot perceive are no better than those who cannot see ... Those who cannot empathize are no better than those who cannot perceive ...
True sympathy is putting ourselves in another's place; and we are moved in proportion to the reality of our imagination.
I pity the man who can't cry.
It's not very interesting to establish sympathy for people who, on the surface, are instantly sympathetic. I guess I'm always attracted to people who, if their lives were headlines in a newspaper, you might not be very sympathetic about them.
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.
If there is anybody I detest, it is weak-minded sentimentalists-all those melancholy people who, out of an excess of sympathy for others, miss the thrill of their own essence and drift through life without identity, like a human fog, feeling sorry for everyone.
Nothing is more usual than to feel that others have shared in our failures, just as it is an ordinary reaction to forget those who have shared in our achievements.
Choose empathy over apathy.
Our sympathies are most required when they seem least due.
I'd feel sorry for her, but my family's infinitely worse.
Sympathy is never waisted except when you give it to yourself.
I did not feel a bit sorry for my father. He seemed to me to be the victim of his own foolish sentimentality. The
Those who choose not to empathize enable real monsters, for without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves we collude with it through our apathy.
Contempt mates well with pity.
I pity anybody who has to spend a day with me.
I believe that lack of empathy is behind many problems, and I believe that it's disrupting our society. In Great Britain, there is a steady decline in the willingness to be truly generous, and by that I don't mean monetary generosity, but friendship and sympathy for others.
I'm empathetic to a fault. I really do - embarrassingly enough - tear up when someone squishes a bug in front of me.
I feel bad for Donna Middleton. But I do not feel sorry for her. This is a fine distinction, I think, but it feels right to me. I do not think Donna Middleton would appreciate my feeling sorry for her.
Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.
But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise
Dont feel sorry for no one if they dont feel sorry for you
A lack of empathy is the greatest crime of all.
Distinction is purchased at the expense of sympathy
PITY, n. A failing sense of exemption, inspired by contrast.
Everybody on this planet shares a handful of universal emotional realities: ambition, shame, alienation, loneliness, achievement, regret, hardship, friendship, love, heartbreak. We've all experienced it. The facts change, the feelings are the same.
Nothing is so binding as pity.
I was weeping as much for him as her: we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others.
Pity is an emotion equally unpleasant to the bestower as to the recipient.
In certain crises direct expression of sympathy is the least possible to those who most feel sympathy.
I felt guilty because I was upset by the loss of one friend when the Old Man had lost nearly everyone he loved. Loss, I soon learned from him, is not measured in numbers. It's not comparative. It's in here. I'm touching my chest now.
Pity those who don't feel anything at all.
We have to live without sympathy, don't we? That's impossible of course. We act it to one another, all this hardness; but we aren't like that really, I mean ... one can't be out in the cold all the time; one has to come in from the cold ... d'you see what I mean?
I'd never realized, not until the last year or two of my life, how shaming it is to be pitied.
We are all sorry for something. It's what makes us human, says Seda. But sometimes empathy is not enough. Sometimes empathy needs to be followed by action.
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!
Sympathy is a sweet thing.
You were supposed to empathize with your friend's problem, but they were, after all, your friend's problems ...
There's only so long you can feel sorry for a person before you come to feel that their affliction is an act of malice committed by them against you.
Grief has a ruthless commonality.
Bitter, too, to be forced to acknowledge in one's heart how little love has to do with kindness.
I'm a person with virtually no feelings.
If you're looking for sympathy, you'll find it in the dictionary, somewhere between 'shit' and 'syphilis'.
Ungrace causes cracks to fissure open between mother and daughter, father and son, brother and sister, between scientists, and prisoners, and tribes, and races. Left alone, cracks widen, and for the resulting chasms of ungrace there is only one remedy: the frail rope-bridge of forgiveness.
Victims of misfortune are quick to sense another of their kind from a distance, but in old age they rarely become friends, which is in no way surprising: they have nothing to share together - not even hope.
pity very often - not always - comes with an unspoken and sometimes unrecognized element of contempt.
We feign pity when we want to demonstrate our ascendancy over feelings of hostility: but usually in vain. Whenever we notice this,there is an accompanying surge in those hostile sensations.
I'm manipulating the audience. I'm making sure people sympathize.
I can't help but hurt when others hurt, or feel cold when others are freezing.
Behaviours and feelings rarely line up.
Empathy, the least comfortable of human emotions.
Feeling. I didn't want to feel.
BENEVOLENCE - When the sobbing of SELF PITY crosses over into the WEEPING FOR MANKIND
I don't care about sympathy. I care about playing a character who's understandable and clear.
But I do not know the people I am crying for anymore. I don't let myself sympathise - I think it would be wrong.
It is better to be envied than pitied.
I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief
Hardships drive some people apart. Others, like us, grow even closer.
I don't know, apathetic bloody planet, I've no sympathy at all.
Better to be disliked than pitied.
I was brought up to be sympathetic toward others.
Behaviors and feelings rarely line up
No one should ever feel sorry for me. I've been treated very well for the most part.
Human sympathy has its limits.
The misery of other people is only an abstraction [ ... ] something that can be sympathized with only by drawing from one's own experiences. But as it stands, true empathy remains impossible. And so long as it is, people will continue to suffer the pressure of their seemingly singular existence.
Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load.
Being sick robs a person of their health and being poor robs them of life's luxuries, but being pitied robs them of their will to live.
It turns out that we literally don't empathize unless we're physically present - that the oxytocin, the famous "tend and befriend" hormone is not produced unless we're present with all five senses.
I despise in others my own characteristics.
Choose discomfort over resentment.
I don't have feelings.
I feel sorry for people in power. I feel sorry for the Queen, in a way, that she hasn't had a normal life. It'd difficult for me to hate anyone. Immediately someone's unpopular, I feel sorry for them.
Our own cast-off sorrows are not sufficient to constitute sympathy for others.
Personal disillusionment accompanied by self-pity and self-loathing are the Achilles' heel of modern humankind, representing the weakness of the human spirit.
Sorrow is what I feel for people who aren't doing what they love. I keep my distance from them as though they're contagious. They are, I believe.
I am not ever in the business of making anyone feel bad.
I seem to be the only person in the world who doesn't mind being pitied. If you love me, pity me. The human state is pitiable: born to die, capable of so much, accomplishing so little; killing instead of creating, destroying instead of building, hating instead of loving. Pitiful, pitiful.
Pity makes suffering contagious.
I felt sorry for her, and I felt betrayed by my own compassion.
I share that pain. Those events have sparked anger, resentment, further division. I empathise with your anger. I understand your resentment. More than anything, I seek to heal that division.
One grows out of pity when it's useless.
I feel bad about my struggle, because it is nothing compared to other people's struggles and yet it still hurts.