I will keep faith with death in my heart. . . For the sake of goodness, for the sake of love, Let no man's heart be ruled by death. . . The only religious way to think of death is as part and parcel of life; to regard it, with the understanding and the. emotions, as the inviolable condition of life.
One of the greatest of all mental pleasures is to have our thoughts often divined: ever entered into with sympathy.
When griefs are genuine, I find, there is nothing more vacuous, more burdensome, or even more impertinent, than letters of consolation.
It is in the comprehension of the physically disabled, or disordered. . . that we are behind our age. . . . sympathy as a fine art is backward in the growth of progress.
I do have quite a lot of sympathy for Fodor's picture of concepts as information-free atomic entities which get locked onto their referents causally, and to that extent they needn't involve anything much in the way of learning. But even so it seems perverse to call them 'innate'. Here we see again the oddity of treating 'not learned' as sufficient for innate.
Sympathetic people often don't communicate well, they back reflected images which hide their own depths.
No one has yet realized the wealth of sympathy, the kindness and generosity hidden in the soul of a child. The effort of every true education should be to unlock that treasure.
It is not merely the multiplicity of tints, the gladness of tone, or the balminess of the air which delight in the spring; it is the still consecrated spirit of hope, the prophecy of happy days yet to come; the endless variety of nature, with presentiments of eternal flowers which never shall fade, and sympathy with the blessedness of the ever-developing world.
What would become of the world if the condemned started to confide their heartaches to the executioners?
We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own.
I think loss of loved ones is the hardest blow in life.
Death is the black hole of biology. It's an event horizon, and once you go over that event horizon, no information can be passed back out of the hole.
Pity makes the world soft to the weak and noble to the strong.
Simpler manners, purer lives; more self-denial; more earnest sympathy with the classes that lie below us, nothing short of that can lay the foundations of the Christianity which is to be hereafter, deep and broad.
It is perilously easy to have amazing sympathy with God's truth and remain in sin.
The artist must be like a heart surgeon. He must approach something with sympathy, but with a sort of coldness and work and work until he finds some kind of perfection in his work. You can't have blood splashing all over the place. Things must be done very cleanly.
After the clouds, the sunshine; after the winter, the spring; after the shower, the rainbow; for life is a changeable thing. After the night, the morning, bidding all darkness cease, after life's cares and sorrows, the comfort and sweetness of peace.
I really feel that some people neglect and overlook compassion because they associate it with religion. Of course, everyone is free to choose whether they pay religion any regard, but to neglect compassion is a mistake because it is the source of our own well-being.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
You can’t save others from themselves because those who make a perpetual muddle of their lives don’t appreciate your interfering with the drama they’ve created. They want your poor-sweet-baby sympathy, but they don’t want to change.