Sympathy Quotes

“When we feel abandoned along the road of indifference, we can jam our path into our thinking mind, breaking free from the shackles of inattention, getting our life together, uncovering our identity, and resurfacing in a world of sympathy and understanding. (” Life with sea view” )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“It's taxing to consider the circumstances that can take an unmarked human canvas and make it rage-filled and petty and lost. It's not fun to have sympathy for the people who are trying to hurt you. But their actions can sometimes make sense: what's easier than trying to get better is trying to break something else down.”
― Scaachi Koul, One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter

“Go, Annie," murmured he; "I have deceived myself, and must suffer for it. I yearned for sympathy, and thought, and fancied, and dreamed that you might give it me; but you lack the talisman, Annie, that should admit you into my secrets.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Artist of the Beautiful

“Grief does not make us weak,' Cristina said firmly. 'It makes us human. How could you comfort Dru, or Ty, or Jules, if you didn't know what they missed about her? Sympathy is common. Knowing the exact shape of the hole someone's loss leaves in your heart is rare.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“If you have never suffered through it, then you don’t understand it. There are no exceptions.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“People need people who show that they care.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“Mistake is an event not a person.”
― Aniekee Tochukwu Ezekiel

“The graveyards are full of indispensable men.”
― Golden Flower

“...Miscarriage is death without ceremony. No funeral, no name. No one would ever tell you, for example, that mother-death is actually quite common, hang in there honey, you'll find another mother.”
― Hannah Palmer, Flight Path: A Search for Roots beneath the World's Busiest Airport

“It's not a love of the old as such. It's simply that the process of aging or deterioration provides the necessary detachment - or arouses a necessary sympathy.”
― Susan Sontag

“You're a sympathetic sonofabitch, you know that?".

"You want sympathy, go fuck James Taylor.”
― Joe Hill, Heart-Shaped Box

“Emotion is not encumbrance, emotion is energy.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“The truth of life stands aghast in silence, and its brazen falsehood is loudly shouting, uttering pressing, painful questions: “With whom shall I sympathize? Whom shall I trust? Whom shall I love?”
― Leonid Andreyev, Seven Who Were Hanged

“Unhappiness and the like often inspire us to perform random acts of unkindness.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, P for Pessimism: A Collection of Funny yet Profound Aphorisms

“Lidelse og smerte følger altid en dyb erkendelse og et stort hjerte. Jeg tror at virkelig store personligheder altid må føle en stor sorg over lidelserne her i verden.”
― Fjodor Dostojevskij, Crime and Punishment

“Sympathy isn’t quite as bad. Sympathy says, I know how it feels, doesn’t it just suck? Pity means they think you’re defeated”
― Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever

“We understand ourselves when we understand others, but we understand others more when we truly understand ourselves.”
― Aniekee Tochukwu Ezekiel

“SYMPATHY ONLY INCREASES THE PAIN

DOES A SYMPATHIZER FEEL THE SAME
SYMPATHY ONLY INCREASES THE PAIN”
― Vineet Raj Kapoor

“Our greatest adversaries now threaten us only with their disappearance.”
― Jean Baudrillard, Why Hasn't Everything Already Disappeared?

“At that moment I felt that no physical pain could possibly amount to the wrenching one pounding within my heart.”
― Constantina Maud, YT-79605

“Pure love will always add more to our lives despite how much giving it takes from our lives. So if we’re living with a deficit, we’re not loving with purity.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“World has become a market. In a market, things that don't sell disappear. Love doesn't sell, sympathy sells. Love has disappeared, sympathy is all that is left. We either play victim to get sympathy or we search for victims to give sympathy.”
― Shunya

“There is no sympathy in suffering.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Art's relation to form, to the image, to the monistic fantasy that provoked its defense of its own dividedness is today, as Klein predicted, intermittent and embarrassed. There are modes of art now that resemble activism or protest, pure and simple; modes of art characterized by a refusal to structure themselves around subject-object relations. The visual itself, the image, is questioned as the normative framework of art. Art is often not a product, not a precious trace, not a singularity, but rahter a dynamic, multipular interaction that creates temporary publics who are public to one another. Art does not have to add anything to the world. for technology and entrepreneurship already do that. Art is an irreality opened up inside the world. Art is the refusal of complicity in any form of domination. You are not trapped by the collectivity, but you are not entirely free either, for freedom, even the anarchic mode of the artwork, is suspected to be a mode of evasion of responsibility. Art is a quasi-event: it is not there all the time (like a book), but it is also not there only at an assigned time (like a theatrical play). This has become a comparative advantage of art over the other arts, which have more trouble intervening in reality. Much art today is coordinated with long-term eschatological or emancipatory projects, with projects as such. Art aims at such positive goals as synchrony, participation, inclusion, and sympathy, concepts hard to reconcile with the once-prized, exclusive qualities of art.”
― Christopher S. Wood, A History of Art History

“People act differently, when they see a camera or when they know they are being filmed. People can really act, when they want to get their message across to whomever is watching.”
― De philosopher DJ Kyos

“Now if one notices carefully one will see that between these two worlds, despite much physical contact and daily intermingling, there is almost no community of intellectual life or point of transference where the thoughts and feelings of one race can come into direct contact and sympathy with the thoughts and feelings of the other. Before and directly after the war, when all the best of the Negroes were domestic servants in the best of the white families, there were bonds of intimacy, affection, and sometimes blood relationship, between the races. They lived in the same home, shared in the family life, often attended the same church, and talked and conversed with each other. But the increasing civilization of the Negro since then has naturally meant the development of higher classes: there are increasing numbers of ministers, teachers, physicians, merchants, mechanics, and independent farmers, who by nature and training are the aristocracy and leaders of the blacks. Between them, however, and the best element of the whites, there is little or no intellectual commerce. They go to separate churches, they live in separate sections, they are strictly separated in all public gatherings, they travel separately, and they are beginning to read different papers and books. To most libraries, lectures, concerts, and museums, Negroes are either not admitted at all, or on terms peculiarly galling to the pride of the very classes who might otherwise be attracted. The daily paper chronicles the doings of the black world from afar with no great regard for accuracy; and so on, throughout the category of means for intellectual communication,—schools, conferences, efforts for social betterment, and the like,—it is usually true that the very representatives of the two races, who for mutual benefit and the welfare of the land ought to be in complete understanding and sympathy, are so far strangers that one side thinks all whites are narrow and prejudiced, and the other thinks educated Negroes dangerous and insolent. Moreover, in a land where the tyranny of public opinion and the intolerance of criticism is for obvious historical reasons so strong as in the South, such a situation is extremely difficult to correct. The white man, as well as the Negro, is bound and barred by the color-line, and many a scheme of friendliness and philanthropy, of broad-minded sympathy and generous fellowship between the two has dropped still-born because some busybody has forced the color-question to the front and brought the tremendous force of unwritten law against the innovators.

It is hardly necessary for me to add very much in regard to the social contact between the races. Nothing has come to replace that finer sympathy and love between some masters and house servants which the radical and more uncompromising drawing of the color-line in recent years has caused almost completely to disappear. In a world where it means so much to take a man by the hand and sit beside him, to look frankly into his eyes and feel his heart beating with red blood; in a world where a social cigar or a cup of tea together means more than legislative halls and magazine articles and speeches,—one can imagine the consequences of the almost utter absence of such social amenities between estranged races, whose separation extends even to parks and streetcars.”
― W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk

“I feel great sympathy for two persons, one who makes a person fool and another person who becomes the fool. They both have no sense and are sick, should be treated.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“Mother died when he was twelve. He did not want sympathy, he only wanted her back.”
― Jonathan Lee, The Great Mistake

“When a story is unpleasant, it is hard to focus on details that allow you to put yourself in the place of the subject, because the pain of distortion starts to feel familiar. Paying attention often requires some sort of empathy for the subject, or at the very least, for the speaker. But empathy, these days, is hard to come by. Maybe this is because everyone is having such a hard time being understood themselves. Or because empathy requires us to dig way down into the murk, deeper than our own feelings go, to a place where the boundaries between our experience and everyone else's no longer exist.”
― Wendy S. Walters, The Fire This Time: A New Generation Speaks About Race

“I hated being on the receiving end of sympathy, I remember all through school being determined to prove that I could survive without any outside help. p159”
― Anh Do, The Happiest Refugee