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Pity held his hand. Pity and mercy: it is impossible to kill without extreme need. And for this he received a great reward. No wonder he did not become a minion of evil, no wonder he was saved; and all because he started with pity.
Probably not, Vimes thought bitterly. Humans like them aren't stylish enough for gods. Try to find a god who will worry about the poor fellow, who is exhausted for the sake of a miserable handful of dollars a month. No, this is not for the gods. They descend from their peaks for the cunning rogue who roams the temples and steals all sorts of jewels, but not for the unimaginative hard worker who tramples the city pavements every night.
Worse than dying of cancer, just having a child dying of cancer.
The guard gave him a look that might well have been described as 'mysterious'. The mystery was that in this look, for some reason, the pain of the whole world was visible.
Cherish pity - and your angel will not leave you.
If my pity for you is gone, then my love for you is also gone!
to see in a dream.
Honesty is better than pretending that everything around is wonderful and beautiful, and much better than pity.
Tender pity is the basis of love.
- The fact is that pity lives in the Russian soul. To people who have slipped, fallen, crushed, the Russian people immediately come to the rescue. This is a great feeling of the Russian people - to regret. It is the desire to resurrect a person again.
Release Date: 12.11.2016
A woman has one step from pity to love.
“Death becomes a cure only when you take it at the right time. No need to self-medicate.
Quote Explanation: Quote from the story "Arcanum"
I always have moderate pity for those who are weaker and more stupid than me!
Under a rude and obscene profession, under obscene words, under a drunken, ugly appearance - and yet Sonechka Marmeladova is still alive! The fate of a Russian prostitute - oh, what a tragic, pitiful, bloody, ridiculous and stupid path it is! Everything was combined here: Russian God, Russian breadth and carelessness, Russian despair in the fall, Russian lack of culture, Russian naivety, Russian patience, Russian shamelessness. After all, all of them that you take to your bedrooms - look, take a good look at them - after all, they are all children, after all, they are all eleven years old. Fate pushed them to prostitution, and since then they live in some strange, enchanting, toy life, not developing, not enriched by experience, naive, trusting, capricious, not knowing what they will say and what they will do in half an hour - just like children ... I saw this bright and funny childishness among the most depressed, the oldest girls, hackneyed and crippled like cabbies. And this impotent pity, this useless sympathy for human suffering never dies in them.
Then they throw him into the ground and it's just unfair.
