Anne Bronte Quotes

Sympathizing and selfish people are alike, both given to tears.

I'm tortured because I care.

Pity, I've learned, is like a fart. You can tolerate your own, but you simply can't stand anyone else's.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

Sometimes, on a personal level, I wince.

Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are, and what they ought to be.

Creativity has got to start with humanity and when you're a human being, you feel, you suffer. You're gay, you're sick, you're nervous or whatever.

The tragedy of life is in what dies inside a man while he lives - the death of genuine feeling, the death of inspired response, the awareness that makes it possible to feel the pain or the glory of other men in yourself.

Self-pity comes so naturally to all of us. The most solid happiness can be shaken by the compassion of a fool.

Most people do surprisingly poorly when dealing with a relative who is hurting, depressed, or anxious - we get defensive and try to solve the problem rather than finding the truth in what the person is saying.

I tell people to monitor their self-pity. Self-pity is very unattractive.

I believe, in general, that even people that are self-pitying, you can feel for them.

No man limps because another is hurt.

Those who need sympathy the most often attract it the least.

I'm not generally a sensitive person, but I tend to be more sensitive toward others and what they're going through. I don't know if that's the healthiest thing, but it's the truth.

Life's most underrated emotion is self-pity.

Becoming chronically ill has definitely given me a greater understanding of human nature, and I've learned to accept people's lack of long-term compassion for others while they live their busy lives.

I felt calm when I was called first runner-up because I felt it was fate. But when they announced that I was Miss Universe, I had mixed emotions. I was happy because I really wanted to win but felt sad for Miss Colombia.

Do I have a cold heart? Some say.

Our consciences take no notice of pain inflicted on others until it reaches a point where it gives pain to us.

I'm constantly on the brink of tears in conversation about things that happen to people.

Empathy as a complex emotion is different. It requires awareness of the other person's feelings and of one's own reactions. The appropriate reaction may not be to cry when another person cries, but to reassure them, or even to leave them alone.

Pity, though it may often relieve, is but, at best, a short-lived passion, and seldom affords distress more than transitory assistance; with some it scarce lasts from the first impulse till the hand can be put into the pocket.

The response man has the greatest difficulty in tolerating is pity, especially when he warrants it. Hatred is a tonic, it makes one live, it inspires vengeance, but pity kills, it makes our weakness weaker.

Every day I observe more and more the folly of judging of others by ourselves; and I have so much trouble with myself, and my own heart is in such constant agitation, that I am well content to let others pursue their own course, if they only allow me the same privilege.