Recognition of belligerency as an expression of sympathy is all very well.
Henry Cabot Lodge
Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I will remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.
Laura Ingalls Wilder
Society doesn't have much sympathy for the alcoholic. Drug addicts are beginning to be seen more as victims, but because alcohol is legal, people are less inclined to show sympathy and offer treatment.
Nick Charles
Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine.
Thomas Aquinas
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
Victor Hugo
Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.
Joni Mitchell
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.
Lillie Langtry
Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load.
Charles Henry Parkhurst
Tears are the silent language of grief.
Voltaire
Henry Cabot Lodge
Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I will remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.
Laura Ingalls Wilder
Society doesn't have much sympathy for the alcoholic. Drug addicts are beginning to be seen more as victims, but because alcohol is legal, people are less inclined to show sympathy and offer treatment.
Nick Charles
Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine.
Thomas Aquinas
Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.
Victor Hugo
Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.
Joni Mitchell
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.
Lillie Langtry
Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load.
Charles Henry Parkhurst
Tears are the silent language of grief.
Voltaire