Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength, not my weakness.
Sympathy is the first condition of criticism.
One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may optionally apply to my own life, depends, in addition to the sense that it is argumentatively defensible, on the sense that someone like me, and someone I like, whose voice is audible and who is at least notionally in the same room with me, does or can possibly hold it to be compellingly true.
The delicate and infirm go for sympathy, not to the well and buoyant, but to those who have suffered like themselves.
Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.
All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.
The people that I care about are the people out there on the street. I can identify with them.
Sympathy is never wasted except when you give it to yourself.
Sympathetic people often don't communicate well, they back reflected images which hide their own depths.
Sympathy is a supporting atmosphere, and in it we unfold easily and well.
Seldom in the business and transactions of ordinary life, do we find the sympathy we want.
Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.
Sympathizing and selfish people are alike, both given to tears.
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.
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.
Women have no sympathy and my experience of women is almost as large as Europe.
Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load.
Is there anything more dangerous than sympathetic understanding?
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.
We pity in others only the those evils which we ourselves have experienced.
There is nothing sweeter than to be sympathized with.
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.
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.
There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathize with the color, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.
Sympathy with joy intensifies the sum of sympathy in the world, sympathy with pain does not really diminish the amount of pain.