Beloved, till life can charm no more; And mourned, till Pity's self be dead.

I like the charm and the life in the Fan - the street theater,

Self-pity is an emotion that is reserved for quitters.

She has no room in her life for self-pity. She's about the business of what she's doing. It's a formula that works for her.

I loved her tremendously. It didn't seem fair, ... Instead of wallowing in self-pity, I decided to run away.

Life, I fancy, would very often be insupportable, but for the luxury of self-compassion.