Sympathy

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

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Sympathy beyond the confines of man, that is, humanity to the lower animals, seems to be one of the latest moral acquisitions.

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How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people — first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for the many, unknown to us, to whose destinies we are bound by the ties of sympathy...

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He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all.

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Whatever the day brings, part of it always belongs to sympathy, for the well-being of men and states is ever changing. Thus observation and sympathy are the movements by which we make every moment of time our own through which we properly live. When their pulse beats faintly, leisure becomes a burden; the bolder spirits then open the door of time and seek eternity.

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For thou hast given me in this beauteous face,If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

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A sympathy in choice.

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I ask Thee for a thankful love,To soothe and sympathize.

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Strengthen me by sympathizing with my strength not my weakness.

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Pity and needMake all flesh kin. There is no caste in blood.

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But there is one thing which we are responsible for, and that is for our sympathies, for the manner in which we regard it, and for the tone in which we discuss it. What shall we say, then, with regard to it? On which side shall we stand?

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In the desert a fountain is springing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.

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Of a truth, men are mystically united: a mystic bond of brotherhood makes all men one.

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Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.

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Our souls sit close and silently within,That, spider like, we feel the tenderest touch.

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The secrets of life are not shown except to sympathy and likeness.

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The man who meltsIs of more worth than a thousand kinsmen.

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The craving for sympathy is the common boundary-line between joy and sorrow.

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We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own.

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Whatever the day brings, part of it always belongs to sympathy, for the well-being of men and states is ever changing. Thus observation and sympathy are the movements by which we make every moment of time our own through which we properly live. When their pulse beats faintly, leisure becomes a burden; the bolder spirits then open the door of time and seek eternity.

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Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glowFor other's good, and melt at other's woe.

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Bowels of compassion.

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World-wide apart, and yet akin,Beats on forever as of old.

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For I no sooner in my heart divin'd,Still moves with thine, joined in connection sweet.

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Never elated while one man's oppress'd;Never dejected while another's blessed.

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Somewhere or other there must surely be Made answer to my word.

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If thou art something bring thy soul and interchange with mine.

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It [true love] is the secret sympathy,In body and in soul can bind.

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We often do more good by our sympathy than by our labors. A man may lose position, influence, wealth, and even health, and yet live on in comfqrt, if with resignation; but there is one thing without which life becomes a burden—that is human sympathy.

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The capacity of sorrow belongs to our grandeur, and the loftiest of our race are those who have had the profoundest sympathies, because they have had the profoundest sorrows.

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Certain it is, that as nothing can better do it; so there is nothing greater, for which God made our tongues, next to reciting His praises, than to minister comfort to a weary soul.

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There is poetry and there is beauty in real sympathy; but there is more — there is action. The noblest and most powerful form of sympathy is not merely the responsive tear, the echoed sigh, the answering look; it is the embodiment of the sentiment in actual help.

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