Quotes About Unhappiness

he came to the conclusion that there was some mysterious connection between cleverness and unhappiness, and thanking his stars that he was neither scholar, courtier, nor poet

Narrow road, wide road, all of us on it, unhappy, Unsettled, seven yards short of immortality And a yard short of not long to live. Better to sit down in the tall grass and watch the clouds, To lift our faces up to the sky, Considering—for most of us—our lives have been a constant mistake.

Famous, adj.: Conspicuously miserable.

When you're miserable, you don't want anyone around you to be happy.

And then, Lance walked out on her right after the holidays, no warning at all, unless you count years of unhappiness as a warning.

Unhappiness cannot but draw tighter the bonds which hold us fast to one another, General Dumas had written to Marie-Louise as he made his way home.

When you're unhappy, you get to pay a lot of attention to yourself. And you get to take yourself oh so very seriously. Your truly happy people, which is to say, your people who truly like themselves, they don't think about themselves very much. Your unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwellin' on himself and start payin' attention to the universe. Unhappiness is the ultimate form of self-indulgence.

Among our egocentric sad-sacks, despair is as addictive as heroin and more popular than sex, for the single reason that when one is unhappy one gets to pay a lot of attention to oneself. Misery becomes a kind of emotional masturbation.

Unhappiness is the ultimate form o' self-indulgence.

When you're unhappy, you get to pay a lot of attention to yourself. And you get to take yourself oh so very seriously. Your truly happy people, which is to say, your people who truly like themselves, they don't think about themselves very much. Your unhappy person resents it when you try to cheer him up, because that means he has to stop dwellin' on himself and start payin' attention to the universe. Unhappiness is the ultimate form o' self-indulgence.

It's amazing how much time there is when you're unhappy.

Somehow however just knowing that I could fully expect unhappiness to return – if not predictably then nevertheless reliably – was strangely liberating. The point was that even chaos had a structure a beginning and eventually an end. It was possible to live through it. I'd been doing as much for twenty years.

My unhappiness precluded all else; unhappiness is a kind of narcissism, in which nothing that does not resonate with your unhappiness can interest you.

If a heart could fail in its pumping, a lung in its breathing, then why not a brain in its thinking, rendering the world forever askew, like a television with bad reception? And couldn't a brain fail as arbitrarily as any one of these other parts, without regard to the blessing and cosseting that, everyone was so eager to remind you, disentitled you from unhappiness?

The causes that have made me wretched would probably not have discomposed, or, at least, more than discomposed, another. We are all differently organized; and that I feel acutely is no more my fault (though it is my misfortune) than that another feels not, is his. We did not make ourselves, and if the elements of unhappiness abound more in the nature of one man than another, he is but the more entitled to our pity and our forbearance.

I enjoyed the innocence of unhappiness and of helplessness; could I blame myself for a sin which attracted me, which flooded me with pleasure precisely to the extent it brought me to despair?

Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness.

Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness. I don't think an artist can ever be happy.

was always on hand if needed. The strategic national stockpile of unhappiness. But now (for the first time) the moment

Happy countries are all alike; each unhappy country is unhappy in its own way, as has been written.

We are never so happy nor so unhappy as we imagine.

I have been very happy, very rich, very beautiful, much adulated, very famous and very unhappy.

Alas for the unhappy man that is called to stand in the pulpit, and not give the bread of life.

Half the unhappiness in the world is due to the failure of plans which were never reasonable, and often impossible.