Letitia Elizabeth Landon Quotes

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

The howl of self-interest is loud ... but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.

Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.

Most of my songs are about insensitivity of some kind.

I don't like sympathetic characters.

These funerals always appear to me the more indecent in a populous city, from the total indifference of the beholders, and the perfect unconcern with which they are beheld.

Usually, I'm so self-absorbed that my companion could be bleeding to death, and I might not notice.

Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.

No one feels another's grief.

No man sympathizes with the sorrows of vanity.

Pity those who don't feel anything at all

Home is where the heart is, I thought now, gathering myself together in Betty's Luncheonette. I had no heart any more, it had been broken; or not broken, it simply wasn't there any more. It had been scooped neatly out of me like the yolk from a hard-boiled egg, leaving the rest of me bloodless and congealed and hollow. I'm heartless, I thought. Therefore I'm homeless.

Nothing for preserving the body like having no heart.

You must try, the voice said, to become colder. I understood at once. It's like the bodies of gods: cast in bronze, braced in stone. Only something heartless could bear the full weight.

Now we shall both be alone, and I shall have no way of making you understand.' 'I don't want to make it easier for you,' I said; 'I hope your heart may break; but I do understand.

It must be a fault in me that I am not gravely shocked at the sins of others unless they personally affect me.

There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.

We all do things where we don't care about other people. And we deal with it in whatever ways we can, denial or make excuses.

But there is a discomfort that surrounds grief. It makes even the most well-intentioned people unsure of what to say. And so many of the freshly bereaved end up feeling even more alone.

Nobody helps anybody.

After I got over the terrible pain of having something of mine taken from me, I began to think how bad everybody else must be feeling. It wasn't a nice time.

I don't understand why people really get upset about something that doesn't affect them at all.

It's odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don't quite fully share the hell of someone close to you.

Most of us are consumed with our own thoughts and desires and are not always thinking about what other people may want. This is not necessarily being egocentric; it is just being human.

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