Oliver Goldsmith Quotes

I cannot tell how much my heart suffered for my people while at Leavenworth.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

If I told you the tragedy parts, we'd all sit here and cry.

I'm very, very sensitive to pain and to people who suffer.

We are all victims because of the circumstances, but I'm not sure what to say to any one who has lost a loved one. I know the feeling myself, and words just don't do much to ease the pain.

One cannot be deeply responsive to the world without being saddened very often.

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.

The condition of the wounded touched my heart deeply.

My heart bled for the inhabitants.

People aren't very good at other people's pain.

Human suffering is not a competitive sport.

That's why I'm never happy. Every tragedy, I really feel very painful - especially about a child or old people. This is reality. We try to close eyes and ears, but it's happening every second, and somehow, unfortunately, I feel a connection.

Present unhappiness is selfish; past sorrow is compassionate.

But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.

To each his suff'rings: all are men, / Condemn'd alike to groan, / The tender for another's pain; / Th' unfeeling for his own.

Life is the saddest thing there is, next to death.

In every pang that rends the heart the Man of Sorrows has a part.

I know the compassion of others is a relief at first. I don't despise it. But it can't quench pain, it slips through your soul as through a sieve. And when our suffering has been dragged from one pity to another, as from one mouth to another, we can no longer respect or love it.

He watched and wept and prayed and felt for all

O poor mortals, how ye make this earth bitter for each other.

What breaks my heart is suffering of any kind.

You men have none of you any hearts.' 'If we have not hearts, we have eyes; and they give us torment enough.

O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!

He's not the finest character that ever lived. But he's a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid.