All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.
Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.
Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
Is there anything more dangerous than sympathetic understanding?
Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.
No man needs sympathy because he has to work. Far and away the best prize that life offers is the chance to work hard at work worth doing.
One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
Pity may represent little more than the impersonal concern which prompts the mailing of a check, but true sympathy is the personal concern which demands the giving of one's soul.
Seldom in the business and transactions of ordinary life, do we find the sympathy we want.
Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength, not my weakness.
Sympathetic people often don't communicate well, they back reflected images which hide their own depths.
Sympathizing and selfish people are alike, both given to tears.
Sympathy is a supporting atmosphere, and in it we unfold easily and well.
Sympathy is never wasted except when you give it to yourself.
Sympathy is the first condition of criticism.
Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load.
Sympathy with joy intensifies the sum of sympathy in the world, sympathy with pain does not really diminish the amount of pain.
The capacity to give one's attention to a sufferer is a very rare and difficult thing; it is almost a miracle; it is a miracle. Nearly all those who think they have this capacity do not possess it. Warmth of heart, impulsiveness, pity are not enough.
The delicate and infirm go for sympathy, not to the well and buoyant, but to those who have suffered like themselves.