Quotes About Misfortune

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

The kind of trouble that was the downfall of many men.

Uvijek svi znaju za nesre?u i zlo, samo dobro ostaje skriveno.

Nesre?a je kao vatra, istopi sve osim zlata.

Misfortune is mostly an awkwardness!

Comedy is when you accidentally fall off a cliff and die. Tragedy is when I have a hangnail.

Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.

Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die.

Tragedy is when I stub my toe. Comedy is when you fall into an open manhole and die.

If I cut my finger, that's tragedy. Comedy is if you walk into an open sewer and die.

We do not consider the kingdom damned," Lord August said politely. "We prefer not to use that word." "What would you call it, Lord August?" Finnikin asked. "A little magic? A slight curse? A bit of bad luck?

No ha sido capaz esa mirada tuya de evitar que te ocurriera algo malo?

As countless readers have pointed out, the Book of Job does not answer the question, "Why do bad things happen?" It does, however, tell us that humanity's most common answer to this question is wrong. Material misfortunes, the poet insists, do not trace back to moral choices in any way that human beings can evaluate. There

Unknown to Oldfield, the best opportunity yet to arrest the Yorkshire Ripper was about to unfold, but it happened at the very time when the investigation was at its most dangerous, depressing and muddled phase, with carelessness piled upon misfortune piled upon incompetence.

To them all, Beldame represented the fair and possible reward for distress, misfortune, and labor in this world—it was to them a heaven on earth, and resembled the other, preached-of heaven in that it was bright, remote, timeless, and empty.

Misfortune seemed to hang on him like day-before smoke.

How dare I complain. I was born in the right time and right place to the right family. I met a man and we built a life together. Yet sometimes even the most charmed existence can change in the blink of an eye, or turn on the length of an eyelash. One moment of indecision. A cancer cell. A rogue gene. A wrong turn. A red light. A drunk driver. A cruel piece of misfortune.

There is no comfort in being a statistical exception. It's like having a rare disease or being the victim of outrageous misfortune - you keep asking yourself, Why me? Why not someone else?

And it wasn't just astrology. "Religion, astrology and magic all purported to help men with their daily problems by teaching them how to avoid misfortune and how to account for it when it struck." With such sweeping power over people, Thomas concludes, "If magic is to be defined as the employment of ineffective techniques to allay anxiety when effective ones are not available, then we must recognize that no society will ever be free from it.

But when you're extra scared or fatigued or discomfortable, some other bad thing is bound to happen. The past two days confirm this theory: a flat tire, a stickup, and a bad fall. The Morton Salt girl had it right. When it rains, it damn well pours.

You really can't do anything about people's lives, I said to myself, neither friendship nor compassion nor the intelligence of the situations is of any use: people manufacture the mechanism of their own misfortune, they wind it right up and the mechanism goes on turning

A source of permanent, accessible pleasure, our genitals exist. The god who created our misfortune, who made us short-lived, vain and cruel, has also provided this form of meagre compensation. If we couldn't have sex from time to time, what would life be? A futile struggle against joints that stiffen, caries that form. All of which, moreover, is as uninteresting as humanly possible - the collagen which makes muscles stiffen, the appearance of microbic cavities in the gums.

people manufacture the mechanism of their own misfortune, they wind it right up and the mechanism goes on turning, ineluctably, with the odd mistake, a few errors when there's sickness in the mix, but it goes on turning to the end, to the final second.

So now, from this mad passion Which made me take art for an idol and a king I have learnt the burden of error that it bore And what misfortune springs from man's desire... The world's frivolities have robbed me of the time That I was given for reflecting upon God.