Interest does not tie nations together; it sometimes separates them. But sympathy and understanding does unite them.
September 11th was a moment when America had the sympathy of the world.
All art is an intensely vulnerable gesture, and it is made with no small amounts of risk, and fear. So, I have plenty of sympathy for self-defense mechanisms, especially among artists.
Criticism in the universities, I'll have to admit, has entered a phase where I am totally out of sympathy with 95% of what goes on. It's Stalinism without Stalin.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.
What's interesting to me is that people engage survivors from a place of pity all the time - a place of sympathy.
A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
I have to express sympathy from the bottom of my heart to those people who were taken as wartime comfort women. As a human being, I would like to express my sympathies, and also as prime minister of Japan I need to apologize to them.
If there was less sympathy in the world, there would be less trouble in the world.
A lot of actors find it impossible not to ask for the audience's sympathy. They have a need to twinkle.
I like movies that make you semi fall in love with the villain so you have sympathy for him.
Too often, we get attention and sympathy by being a victim. If we're invested in someone being our villain, we must love being the victim. We have to let go of both characters in the story.
I don't want to be entertained. I don't want visuals or musicals. I don't want a vacation. I don't want to quit. I don't want sympathy. The cry of my heart is 'Just Give Me Jesus.'
After you have wept and grieved for your physical losses, cherish the functions and the life you have left.
Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.
Here's my rule: You always want to pay cash for your own books, because if they look at the name on the credit card and then they look at the name on the book jacket, then there's this look of such profound sympathy for you that you had to resort to this. It really is withering.
I have several close friends who are insomniacs. Over the years, I've heard their stories about being up in the middle of the night, completely awake. I see them yawn at 11 A.M. and know that, regardless of what they are doing, they'd probably rather be in bed sleeping. I've always had sympathy for them, but I've never really understood it.