Quotes
Quotes about Pity
Silence in love bewrays more woe
Than words, though ne'er so witty:
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.
And wiped our eyes
Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd.
And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.
He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
Open as day for melting charity.
Are not within the leaf of pity writ.
Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.
That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity;
And pity 't is 't is true.
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs;
She swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange,
'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful;
She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd
That Heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me,
And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake:
She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd,
And I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used.
But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!
Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love
Pity's the straightest.
For pity melts the mind to love.
Pity's akin to love.
What a pity is it
That we can die but once to save our country!
Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay;
And if in death still lovely, lovelier there;
Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love.
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Oh, pity human woe!
'T is what the happy to the unhappy owe.
I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, "'T is all barren!"
Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed,
Belov'd till life can charm no more,
And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.
Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
His pity gave ere charity began.
Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,
And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side.
Taught by that Power that pities me,
I learn to pity them.
Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;
Oh give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
Pity it is to slay the meanest thing.
His heart kep' goin' pity-pat,
But hern went pity-Zekle.
Nothing but the infinite Pity is sufficient for the infinite pathos of human life.
His love was like the liberal air,--
Embracing all, to cheer and bless;
And every grief that mortals share
Found pity in his tenderness.
