Sympathy isn´t the only one thing you need to be succesfull. In fact, sympathic people aren´t usually succesfull. But “being sympathic” is the first step to impress someone. – When someone is impressed by you, he will remember you and you can be succesfull.
Buf
I offer my sympathy for all those persons who were victims of sexual abuse at the hands of those church leaders of whom we held the highest esteem, trust and respect.
victor walkes
I ahve much sympathy for anyone that does not believe that you have control of your life. The Universe gives you awesome powers and you should use them!! Control your brain, do not let it control you!!
i looked at them, sitting on the steps outside my house, talking in whispers, laughing behind their hands. and i felt an enormous abyss inside me, filling up with sympathy, not for them but for myself, because their hidden lughter was more heartfelt than mine, even though I had much more reason to smile, even though I had all they didnt.
Oliver
Sitting stooped, hunched in a moonlit corner, the harlots and empty promises his only friends, knowing that their sympathies were feigned. He couldn’t resist the urge, throwing the bottle, watching it crack into hundreds of smaller pieces, alcohol running over every edge, dripping on to the dry pavement beneath. If this was what their sympathies brought, he didn’t want any.
I have sympathy for the way he treated me, you know, with his Dad being gone and all. It wasn’t all his fault, and I do blame myself for what has come out of this. One day I just hope we will overcome this and look back at it.
Leo
No sympathy is felt for the one standing on stage. Tomatoes are being thrown, and laughter cruelly surrounds her smal, now crying frame.
sym pathy. i am together on a suffering with you. people say that. but do you want them to know the dark canals slithering behind your defensive eyes? or do you rather let them slither by behind the shadows?
frankie
sympathy is something you feel for someone when they are in a difficult place or struggling with something. sympathy is different than emapathy. Empathy is understanding what it is like to be in that person’s shoes, empathy
isn’t he a bit overfed?
engorged on the salt
from an ocean of someone else’s sorrow.
i can’t feel you, so no. i’m the one
that’s actually sorry.
i think there should be a card for when you stop crying
The woman in lavender took the child into her arms, bathing him in the scent of her perfume. She wiped away his tears, slowly, gently, silhouetted by the moonlight. She tried to convince him that to go away to boarding school was not a travesty.
Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri
Searing and persistent, every twitch of pain,
Every twinge of regret, of remembrance
Settles behind my eyes.
I don’t feel their pain, I just feel sorry for them.
Why can’t they just be perfect like me?
Sympathy is a difficult thing to have for people. It requires feeling something that someone else feels that you have no personal experience with. This could be losing a child or something similar. It’s in our nature to want to help those who feel hurt and alone, but most think that it can be summed up in a simple card.
I have no sympathy for you. You bastard. What have you done now? Am I suppose to understand all your psychobabble?!
shanita
I am sympathetic, usually. Sometimes overly cloying sympathetic. Sarah said I should stop bothering her so much and let her deal with her own problems but I just can’t help myself. I can’t just help myself. My nosiness contributes… but I can’t bear to stand by while people are hurting.
Sympathy for the devil. The phrase rolled about in her mind. Her mother had always told her she was too open, too empathetic. She’d sworn to listen to her and yet. Here she was.
Though, if she had to lay blame on anything, it was his eyes.
MiMi
She knocked over the salt shaker, inadvertently. He felt no sympathy for her as she slowly wiped the salt crystals toward the edge of the table, stealing a furtive glance at him as she swept them on the floor, knowing it would press all of his buttons.
ThatFreakingGuy
I bought a card
to say how much I’m sorry
that you’ve lost yourself, and your heart
is ground to a pulp
and you can’t think without hurting but your brain
is a runaway train, barrelling towards a black whole.
I’m sorry
that your world is not as light
and that the sun mocks you
I’m sorry
Here’s a card
It may just make it better.
Steph
one mind knocking on another
closed doors — all of us —
but when soundless anguish can be heard,
from far beyond the shut gate,
knock — knock — knock
with your sanguine hand
M
Be nice to people. If you are nice people will like you better, you will feel better as well. Sometimes it’s hard to be nice, but make a affort, smile at people and start the day with a ”good moarning”.
Maria
Slowly, I paced the empty room, tears welling at my eyes, and I cast a wary look at the casket in the corner. It was closed, a boquet of flowers leaning up against it, and I sighed, remembering the person inside. Then, in an instant, I left through the empty window, leaving my victim to rot underground. I hope they stay, unnerved, in peace.
Nobody ever really took him seriously, teachers included. He stood up, hands bunched at his pants, asking the teacher for permission to leave. His sheepish smile wasn’t convincing, but the wet circle expanding on his pants didn’t lie.
I didn’t mean to punch him in the face..ok I did but he was asking for it “pull my hair one more time punk” I yelled right after I punched him, but now he’s on the floor holding his bloody nose I felt a little something deep down in my stomach it can’t be…Sympathy right? wait nope its just the tuna and banana sandwich I had for breakfast
They hand me their pastel Hallmark cards. They place the flowers on the table. They shuffle along in a never-ending line of black suits, except for the one brain-dead guy who wore light gray, and try not to look at the corpse. Dead people make them antsy.
Grandma kisses me on the forehead, and I want to scream. Or maybe I want to cry. The school psychiatrist would say that when I’m angry, I’m sad, and when I’m sad, I’m tired, and when I’m tired, I should take some calming breaths.
I don’t want to breathe in the stench of dead moms.
Sometimes we like when others give us sympathy, other times we hate when others give us sympathy, and yet other times we are not sure if we are happy or sad when someone gives us sympathy
Hope Strubs
They feel a lot for him
Poor boy
He was going to be a football star
If only he didn’t rape her.
Meanwhile,
She sobs violently in her room
But the news anchors pay no respect
it was her fault anyway,
The way that she dressed
why all the commotion about the events of the day? has this not happened every day before this one. i can no longer gather any sympathy for the people of the world.
Her greatest problem was she was too empathetic. She felt everyones pain. From the homeless man on the street to the rich guy complaining about paying too much taxes. She could literally absorb their emotions. His greatest problem was a complete lack of sympathy for anyone. They were perfect for each other.
A state of feeling sad together with someone who is going through a difficult time. Sympathy is an emotion that more of us need. It’s not easy to do however.
Jackie
The feelings I have for you
Will always be there and true
I know what you’re going through
Red eyes and feeling blue
Sympathy again? I had this word already this week. No sympathy for the Oneword minions! What’s up with this glitch? Did you think because I had just one day off yesterday that my mind had turned to mush? New Word! No Rest! New Word!
“He was a good man,” another nameless friend or coworker whispered in his ear. John nodded numbly. To the right, there was a long line of people waiting to express their condolences and shake his hand. He adjusted his tie and coughed. The weight of it all pressed into his chest, stealing his air. “Sorry, dad,” he muttered to the casket before breaking into a run to escape the cathedral.
Sympathy when you feel bad for someone. Sympathy is a great feeling. Always show sympathy to someone.
Her cries pierced them all
Tissues, hugs, and platitudes
Would not heal the wounds
simpatia
Sympatico.
Sympathy isn´t the only one thing you need to be succesfull. In fact, sympathic people aren´t usually succesfull. But “being sympathic” is the first step to impress someone. – When someone is impressed by you, he will remember you and you can be succesfull.
I offer my sympathy for all those persons who were victims of sexual abuse at the hands of those church leaders of whom we held the highest esteem, trust and respect.
I ahve much sympathy for anyone that does not believe that you have control of your life. The Universe gives you awesome powers and you should use them!! Control your brain, do not let it control you!!
i looked at them, sitting on the steps outside my house, talking in whispers, laughing behind their hands. and i felt an enormous abyss inside me, filling up with sympathy, not for them but for myself, because their hidden lughter was more heartfelt than mine, even though I had much more reason to smile, even though I had all they didnt.
Sitting stooped, hunched in a moonlit corner, the harlots and empty promises his only friends, knowing that their sympathies were feigned. He couldn’t resist the urge, throwing the bottle, watching it crack into hundreds of smaller pieces, alcohol running over every edge, dripping on to the dry pavement beneath. If this was what their sympathies brought, he didn’t want any.
I have sympathy for the way he treated me, you know, with his Dad being gone and all. It wasn’t all his fault, and I do blame myself for what has come out of this. One day I just hope we will overcome this and look back at it.
No sympathy is felt for the one standing on stage. Tomatoes are being thrown, and laughter cruelly surrounds her smal, now crying frame.
sym pathy. i am together on a suffering with you. people say that. but do you want them to know the dark canals slithering behind your defensive eyes? or do you rather let them slither by behind the shadows?
sympathy is something you feel for someone when they are in a difficult place or struggling with something. sympathy is different than emapathy. Empathy is understanding what it is like to be in that person’s shoes, empathy
isn’t he a bit overfed?
engorged on the salt
from an ocean of someone else’s sorrow.
i can’t feel you, so no. i’m the one
that’s actually sorry.
i think there should be a card for when you stop crying
Sympathy sounds like symphony.
The woman in lavender took the child into her arms, bathing him in the scent of her perfume. She wiped away his tears, slowly, gently, silhouetted by the moonlight. She tried to convince him that to go away to boarding school was not a travesty.
Searing and persistent, every twitch of pain,
Every twinge of regret, of remembrance
Settles behind my eyes.
I don’t feel their pain, I just feel sorry for them.
Why can’t they just be perfect like me?
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imbored
Sympathy is a difficult thing to have for people. It requires feeling something that someone else feels that you have no personal experience with. This could be losing a child or something similar. It’s in our nature to want to help those who feel hurt and alone, but most think that it can be summed up in a simple card.
I have no sympathy for you. You bastard. What have you done now? Am I suppose to understand all your psychobabble?!
I am sympathetic, usually. Sometimes overly cloying sympathetic. Sarah said I should stop bothering her so much and let her deal with her own problems but I just can’t help myself. I can’t just help myself. My nosiness contributes… but I can’t bear to stand by while people are hurting.
Sympathy for the devil. The phrase rolled about in her mind. Her mother had always told her she was too open, too empathetic. She’d sworn to listen to her and yet. Here she was.
Though, if she had to lay blame on anything, it was his eyes.
She knocked over the salt shaker, inadvertently. He felt no sympathy for her as she slowly wiped the salt crystals toward the edge of the table, stealing a furtive glance at him as she swept them on the floor, knowing it would press all of his buttons.
I bought a card
to say how much I’m sorry
that you’ve lost yourself, and your heart
is ground to a pulp
and you can’t think without hurting but your brain
is a runaway train, barrelling towards a black whole.
I’m sorry
that your world is not as light
and that the sun mocks you
I’m sorry
Here’s a card
It may just make it better.
one mind knocking on another
closed doors — all of us —
but when soundless anguish can be heard,
from far beyond the shut gate,
knock — knock — knock
with your sanguine hand
Be nice to people. If you are nice people will like you better, you will feel better as well. Sometimes it’s hard to be nice, but make a affort, smile at people and start the day with a ”good moarning”.
Slowly, I paced the empty room, tears welling at my eyes, and I cast a wary look at the casket in the corner. It was closed, a boquet of flowers leaning up against it, and I sighed, remembering the person inside. Then, in an instant, I left through the empty window, leaving my victim to rot underground. I hope they stay, unnerved, in peace.
what is sympathy
Nobody ever really took him seriously, teachers included. He stood up, hands bunched at his pants, asking the teacher for permission to leave. His sheepish smile wasn’t convincing, but the wet circle expanding on his pants didn’t lie.
I didn’t mean to punch him in the face..ok I did but he was asking for it “pull my hair one more time punk” I yelled right after I punched him, but now he’s on the floor holding his bloody nose I felt a little something deep down in my stomach it can’t be…Sympathy right? wait nope its just the tuna and banana sandwich I had for breakfast
They hand me their pastel Hallmark cards. They place the flowers on the table. They shuffle along in a never-ending line of black suits, except for the one brain-dead guy who wore light gray, and try not to look at the corpse. Dead people make them antsy.
Grandma kisses me on the forehead, and I want to scream. Or maybe I want to cry. The school psychiatrist would say that when I’m angry, I’m sad, and when I’m sad, I’m tired, and when I’m tired, I should take some calming breaths.
I don’t want to breathe in the stench of dead moms.
Sometimes we like when others give us sympathy, other times we hate when others give us sympathy, and yet other times we are not sure if we are happy or sad when someone gives us sympathy
They feel a lot for him
Poor boy
He was going to be a football star
If only he didn’t rape her.
Meanwhile,
She sobs violently in her room
But the news anchors pay no respect
it was her fault anyway,
The way that she dressed
why all the commotion about the events of the day? has this not happened every day before this one. i can no longer gather any sympathy for the people of the world.
Her greatest problem was she was too empathetic. She felt everyones pain. From the homeless man on the street to the rich guy complaining about paying too much taxes. She could literally absorb their emotions. His greatest problem was a complete lack of sympathy for anyone. They were perfect for each other.
A state of feeling sad together with someone who is going through a difficult time. Sympathy is an emotion that more of us need. It’s not easy to do however.
The feelings I have for you
Will always be there and true
I know what you’re going through
Red eyes and feeling blue
Sympathy again? I had this word already this week. No sympathy for the Oneword minions! What’s up with this glitch? Did you think because I had just one day off yesterday that my mind had turned to mush? New Word! No Rest! New Word!
“He was a good man,” another nameless friend or coworker whispered in his ear. John nodded numbly. To the right, there was a long line of people waiting to express their condolences and shake his hand. He adjusted his tie and coughed. The weight of it all pressed into his chest, stealing his air. “Sorry, dad,” he muttered to the casket before breaking into a run to escape the cathedral.