sympathy

A Quote by Dr. Albert Schweitzer on sympathy

It is man's sympathy with all creatures that first makes him truly a man.

Albert Schweitzer (1875 - 1965)

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A Quote by Deng Ming-Dao on fear, funerals, and sympathy

A funeral is for those left behind. Sometimes, one wonders if the weeping is more out of fear for ourselves than it is sympathy for the deceased.

Deng Ming-Dao

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A Quote by Charles Seymour on college, education, emotion, goodwill, idealism, sacrifice, self-sacrifice, sympathy, and wisdom

Consideration is not merely a matter of emotional goodwill but of intellectual vigor and moral self sacrifice. Wisdom must combine with sympathy. That is why consideration underlies the phrase "a scholar and a gentleman," which really sums up the ideal of the output of a college education.

Charles Seymour (1885 - 1963)

Source: Statement made while president of Yale University, 1937-1950

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A Quote by Charles Henry Parkhurst on sympathy

Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load.

Charles Henry Parkhurst (1842 - 1933)

Source: Albert W. Daw Collection

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A Quote by Charles C. Finn on acceptance, art, beginning, belief, children, confidence, confusion, conviction, death, fear, god, heart, hope, laughter, lies, life, listening, loneliness, love, nature, needs, play, power, salvation, security, spontaneity,

Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a thousand masks, masks that I am afraid to take off and none of them are me. Pretending is an art that's second nature with me, but don't be fooled. For God's sake don't be fooled. I give the impression that I am secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game; that the waters are calm and I am in command, and that I need no one. But don't believe me, please. My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing 'Neath this lies no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, and aloneness. But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know. I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed. That is why I frantically create a mask to hide behind; a nonchalant, sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows. But such a glance is precisely my salvation. My only salvation. And I know it. That is, if it is followed by acceptance, if it is followed by love. It is the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself, that I am worth something. But, I don't tell you this. I don't dare. I am afraid to. I am afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love. I am afraid you will think less of me, that you will laugh at me, and that you will see this and reject me. So I play my game, my desperate game, with a facade of assurance without, and a trembling child within. And so begins the parade of masks, and my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that is really nothing, and nothing of what is everything, of what is crying within me; So when I am going through my routine do not be fooled by what I am saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I am not saying. What I would like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but I can't say. I dislike hiding, Honestly! I dislike the superficial game I am playing, the phony game. I would really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me, but you have got to help me. You have got to hold out your hand, even when that is the last thing I seem to want. Only you can wipe away from my eyes that blank stare of breathing death. Only you can call me into aliveness. Each time you try to understand and because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings. With your sensitivity and sympathy, and your power of understanding, you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that. I want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be the creator of the person that is me if you choose to. Please choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble, you alone can remove my mask. You alone can release me from my shadow world of panic and uncertainty; From my lonely person. Do not pass me by. Please . . . do not pass me by. It will not be easy for you; a long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. The nearer you approach me, the blinder I strike back. I fight against the very thing I cry out for. But I am told that love is stronger than walls, and in this lies my hope. Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands, but with gentle hands for a child is very sensitive. Who am I, you may wonder? I am someone you know very well. For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet.

Charles C. Finn

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A Quote by Bob Goddard on compassion, life, sympathy, tolerance, and weakness

Resolve to be tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant with the weak and the wrong. Sometime in your life you will have been all of these.

Bob Goddard (1893 - 1946)

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A Quote by Beryl Pfizer on feeling, people, and sympathy

Everybody wants sympathy, but nobody wants people feeling sorry for them.

Beryl Pfizer

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A Quote by Enoch Arnold Bennett on depression, gloom, melancholy, sympathy, and worry

The best cure for worry, depression, melancholy, brooding, is to go deliberately forth and try to lift with one's sympathy the gloom of somebody else.

Arnold Bennett (1867 - 1931)

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A Quote by Ambrose Gwinett Bierce on evil and sympathy

CONDOLE, v.i. To show that bereavement is a smaller evil than sympathy.

Ambrose Bierce (1842 - 1914)

Source: The Devil's Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce

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A Quote by Alfred North Whitehead on authority, children, christ, christianity, despair, doubt, god, inconsistency, life, love, motherhood, nature, peace, suffering, sympathy, uncertainty, victory, words, and world

The essence of Christianity is the appeal to the life of Christ as a revelation of the nature of God and of God's agency in the world. The record is fragmentary, inconsistent, and uncertain. . . . But there can be no doubt as to what elements in the record have evoked a response from all that is best in human nature. The Mother, the Child, and the bare manger: the lowly man, homeless and self-forgetful, with his message of peace, love, and sympathy: the suffering, the agony, the tender words as life ebbed, the final despair: and the whole with the authority of supreme victory.

Alfred Whitehead (1861 - 1947)

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