Quotes About Misery

For at least two thirds of our miseries spring from human stupidity, human malice and those great motivators and justifiers of malice and stupidity, idealism, dogmatism and proselytizing zeal on behalf of religious or political idols

Amour is the one human activity of any importance in which laughter and pleasure preponderate, if ever so slightly, over misery and pain.

La felicidad real siempre aparece escuálida por comparación con las compensaciones que ofrece la desdicha. Y, naturalmente , la estabilidad no es, ni con mucho, tan espectacular como la inestabilidad. Estar satisfecho de todo no posee el encanto que supone mantener una lucha justa contra la infelicidad, ni el pintorequismo del combate contra la tentación o contra una pasión fatal o una duda. La felicidad nunca tiene grandeza

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

Lenin used to say that electricity plus socialism equals communism. Our equations are rather different. Electricity minus heavy industry plus birth control equals democracy and plenty. Electricity plus heavy industry minus birth control equals misery, totalitarianism and war.

The Savage shook his head. "It all seems to me quite horrible." "Of course it does. Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations of misery.

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery.

He had emerged from that crimson twilight into the common electric glare with a self-consciousness intensified to the pitch of agony. He was utterly miserable, and perhaps (her shining eyes accused him), perhaps it was his own fault.

He wanted to imprison his nameless misery in words.

The Savage shook his head. 'It all seems to me quite horrible.' 'Of course it does. Actual happiness always pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

La actual felicidad siempre parece muy menguada en comparación con las compensaciones que brinda la miseria. Y, además, la estabilidad no es ni con mucho tan espectacular como la inestabilidad. Y el estar satisfecho no tiene el encanto de una denodada lucha contra la desgracia, ni el pintoresquismo de una pugna contra la tentación, o de una fatal derrota a manos de la pasión o de la duda. La felicidad nunca es grandiosa.

La actual felicidad siempre parece muy menguada en comparación de las compensaciones que brinda la miseria. (...) La felicidad nunca es grandiosa.

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never

La felicità effettiva sembra sempre molto squallida in confronto ai grandi compensi che la miseria trova. E si capisce anche che la stabilità non è neppure emozionante come l'instabilità. E l'essere contenti non ha nulla di affascinante al paragone di una buona lotta contro la sfortuna, nulla del pittoresco di una lotta contro la tentazione, o di una fatale sconfitta a causa della passione o del dubbio. La felicità non è mai grandiosa.

La felicidad real siempre aparece escuálida por comparación con las compensaciones que ofrece la desdicha. Y, naturalmente, la estabilidad no es, ni con mucho, tan espectacular como la inestabilidad. Estar satisfecho de todo no posee el encanto que supone mantener una lucha justa contra la infelicidad, ni el pintoresquismo del combate contra la tentación o contra una pasión fatal o una duda. La felicidad nunca tiene grandeza.

El cáncer de pulmón, los accidentes de tránsito y los millones de alcohólicos miserables y transmisores de miseria son hechos todavía más ciertos de lo que era en tiempos de Dante el hecho del Infierno.

Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contended has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

Of course it does. Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of  the  picturesqueness  of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

There was always injustice in any border, in anything. You drew a line and there was always somebody just on the other side; on one side of an arbitrary line there could be happiness and prosperity, on the other misery. But he did not say this.

misery was nothing to do with objective good fortune. Misery was like bad weather; it was just there, and no number of optimistic comments could make the weather better.

There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.

It is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides!