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Pity the nation that has to silence its writers for speaking their minds. Pity the nation that needs to jail those who ask for justice, while communal killers, mass murderers, corporate scamsters, looters, rapists, and those who prey on the poorest of the poor, roam free.

The best tournament that I have ever played in was in 1950. It was great – a waiter came to you during the game, and you could order anything you wanted to drink (even some vodka, if you liked). Pity, there are no longer tournaments organized in this manner.

I cannot always sympathize with that demand which we hear so frequently for cheap things. Things may be too cheap. They are too cheap when the man or woman who produces them upon the farm or the man or woman who produces them in the factory does not get out of them living wages with a margin for old age and for a dowry for the incidents that are to follow. I pity the man who wants a coat so cheap that the man or woman who produces the cloth or shapes it into a garment will starve in the process.

The Poor Man whom everyone speaks of, the Poor Man whom everyone pities, one of the repulsive Poor from whom charitable souls keep their distance, he has still said nothing. Or, rather, he has spoken through the voice of Victor Hugo, Zola, Richepin. At least, they said so. And these shameful impostures fed their authors. Cruel irony, the Poor Man tormented with hunger feeds those who plead his case.

I once read about a guy who lost his arms in a fire. The nurse took pity on him and gave him a hand job. I don’t even get that.

It will be a pity if women in the more conventional mould are to be phased out, for there will never be anyone to go home to.

Rascals are always sociable, more’s the pity! and the chief sign that a man has any nobility in his character is the little pleasure he takes in others’ company.

Self-pity is the bestiality of emotions: it absolutely disgusts people. When you’re feeling pity for yourself, and somebody says to you ‘You think maybe it’s time for the pity party to be over? You should stop feeling sorry for yourself and try to think positive,’ it makes you wish you could saw their head off.

The sea has neither meaning nor pity.

But human nature cannot be content on a diet of honey and if there is nothing in one’s life that requires pity, one must invent it; for to go through life unpitied would be an unthinkable loss.

At the same time, as social beings, we are moved in the relations with our fellow beings by such feelings as sympathy, pride, hate, need for power, pity, and so on.

There are two sorts of pity: one is a balm and the other a poison; the first is realized by our friends, the last by our enemies.

Pity makes a thin drink, indeed.

In many cases, people who win a Nobel prize, their work slows down after that because of the distractions. Yes, fame is rewarding, but it’s a pity if it keeps you from doing the work you are good at.

There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.

Pity is not enough better than indifference to benefit materially either agent or recipient.

Didn’t you tie the mittens on her feet (Wednesday Evening’s) extra special nice? Yes–she is an extra special nice pigeon. She cries for pity when she wants pity. And she shuts her eyes when she doesn’t want to look at you. And if you look deep in her eyes when her eyes are open you will see lights there exactly like the lights on the pastures and the meadows when the mist is drifting on a Wednesday evening just between the twilight and gloaming.

Self-pity is like chocolate; as you get older, you can only afford a little bit.

… Treachery don’t come natural to beaming youth; but trust and pity, love and constancy,-they do, thank God!

It is easy to romanticize poverty, to see poor people as inherently lacking agency and will. It is easy to strip them of human dignity, to reduce them to objects of pity. This has never been clearer than in the view of Africa from the American media, in which we are shown poverty and conflicts without any context.

A man who is convinced of the truth of his religion is indeed never tolerant. At the least, he is to feel pity for the adherent of another religion but usually it does not stop there. The faithful adherent of a religion will try first of all to convince those that believe in another religion and usually he goes on to hatred if he is not successful. However, hatred then leads to persecution when the might of the majority is behind it.

Between richer and poorer classes in a free country a mutually respecting antagonism is much healthier than pity on the one hand and dependence on the other, as is, perhaps, the next best thing to fraternal feeling.

Pity was meant to be a spur that drives joy to help misery. But it can be used the wrong way round. It can be used for a kind of blackmailing. Those who choose misery can hold joy up to ransom, by pity.

An isolated outbreak of virginity is a rash on the face of society. It arouses only pity from the married, and embarrassment from the single.

A mourner is, perforce, a person with a story. The pity is, how very rarely it gets told.

Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments.

Everyone has their set of problems and I’m certainly not going to sensationalize mine or try to evoke pity or sympathy out of people because I don’t think they warrant that sort of thing. That’s my private karma that I have to work out.

Just listen to your instincts. Don’t talk to someone or start a relationship out of pity.

I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, where on my knees I prayed for LIGHT, I prayed for l*i*g*h*t, and praying crawled like a blind slug into the web where threads of wind stuck against my mind and I died of pity for Man, for myself, on a cross without nails, watching in fear as the pig belches in his sty, farts, blinks and eats.

Poor Mr. Pickwick! … If he played a wrong card, Miss Bolo looked a small armoury of daggers; if he stopped to consider which was the right one, Lady Snuphanuph would throw herself back in her chair, and smile with a mingled glance of impatience and pity to Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, at which Mrs. Colonel Wugsby would shrug up her shoulders, and cough, as much as to say she wondered whether he ever would begin.

Honor to those who in the life they leaddefine and guard a Thermopylae.Never betraying what is right,consistent and just in all they dobut showing pity also, and compassion;generous when they are rich, and when they are poor,still generous in small ways,still helping as much as they can;always speaking the truth,yet without hating those who lie. And even more honor is due to themwhen they foresee (as many do foresee)that in the end Ephialtis will make his appearance,that the Medes will break through after all.

It changed my whole outlook. I lost a decade to self-pity, and the next thing I knew I was turning 40.

I have found that the best cure for self pity is to do something to help someone else.

Its very pulse, if I may use the word, was like no other clock. It did not mark the flight of every moment with a gentle second stroke, as though it would check old Time, and have him stay his pace in pity, but measured it with one sledge-hammer beat, as if its business were to crush the seconds as they came trooping on, and remorselessly to clear a path before the Day of Judgment.

American feminism’s nose dive began when Kate Millet, that imploding beanbag of poisonous self-pity, declared Freud a sexist. Trying to build a sex theory without studying Freud, women have made nothing but mud pies.