pity [Theme] Page 31

What a pity would inspire our provincial young Parisian students, who at the age of 15 are able to enter a cafe with a cheeky look?

Of all the paths leading to a woman's heart, pity is the shortest.

Pity from some people - a humiliating SOP, and I want to throw it back to him who with her came. This pity is inherent rude, selfish hearts; it is combined irritation from nuisance to us laments with a dull hatred of the one who suffers.

Envy among the most dangerous of the senses takes the second place after self-pity.

The hero is not worthy of pity, not worthy of love.

I don't need your pity, your hypocritical smile. Just wish when you fell, someone would come up, held out his hand and silently helped her up. Without words. No smiles. Just looking in his eyes and said nothing. May he go and never look back, let go and did not ask, but I understand that he is closer to me than all those smiles in the eyes of her fake smile and gives away your pity...

Pity is the highest proof of the contempt that a woman can give your former lover.

Pity is the feeling which is just harder to stand from other people, especially if you do serve a reason for pity. Their hatred is a tonic, it gives meaning to your life, it inspires vengeance, but compassion for us is killing us, it increases our weakness. It - insinuating evil, it is a contempt under the guise of tenderness or the tenderness offensive.

Pity can drive a person to a noble or, at least, just a useful thing, but the honor she never does. All, oddly enough, to die. Everything, without exception, and relatively suddenly. To put themselves "better copy" than anyone else in this situation - stupid, to put it mildly. Now, if among us ran into some immortal simpleton, he would, perhaps, could afford to pity!

Who complains, even with reason, initially there is something pathetic.

The most painful thing to feel pity mixed with disgust, just spare a wounded toad, not daring to touch it.

Don't feel sorry for yourself. Feeling sorry for yourself only nothingness.

Wait, am I supposed to feel sorry for you because you're beautiful? And because you were dropping ten thousand a minute, nichrome not doing? Oh, it was so hard, so terrible. "They treated me badly".

- I have no regrets. Don't blame anyone. And not afraid of anything.