Quotes About Misery

There is a set of religious, or rather moral, writings which teach that virtue is the certain road to happiness, and vice to misery in this world. A very wholesome and comfortable doctrine, and to which we have but one objection, namely, that it is not true.

In her misery she read a great deal, and discovered that she had lost something she had previously not really know she had: a soul. What's that? It is easy to define negatively: it is simply that which sneaks off at the mention of algebraic series.

No, sir. I won't complain. Except when I move it sharp and sudden, my arm is real numb. It's the rest of me that's in misery." "Where?" "My backside and my privates. I'm stuck so full of prickers, it makes me smart just to think on it.

Absolute beauty, That which contains all the world's majesty and misery And which is only visible to those who love.

Brief like beauty, Absolute beauty, That which contains all the world's majesty and misery And which is only visible to those who love.

Althea had never known that misery could achieve perfection. Only now, as she sat staring at her emptied glass, did she grasp how completely wrong her world had become. Things had been bad before, things had been flawed, but it was only today that she had made one stupid decision after another until everything was as completely wrong as it could possibly be.

This was misery that could not yield, for he sorrowed for a time he could not return to, and a self he would never again be.

They were petty and selfish." "They were miserable and hungry and helpless. I don't think I've ever met anyone who was miserable, hungry and helpless who was not also petty and selfish. The situation brings out the worst in everyone.

They were miserable and hungry and helpless. I don't think I've ever met anyone who was miserable, hungry and helpless who was not also petty and selfish. The situation brings out the worst in everyone.

I don't think I've ever met anyone who was miserable, hungry, and helpless who was not also petty and selfish. The situation brings out the worst in everyone.

What is it that they say? That thing about happy and unhappy families? That happiness is all the same, but misery is unique?

Character gives us qualities, but it is in actions—what we do—that we are happy or the reverse…. All human happiness and misery take the form of action. —ARISTOTLE Writing

His pride was trampled, and his spirit was humbled, yet he knew the way out: praising God. That's our way out, too. Out of sin, out of misery, out of fear. When we start praising God for all the great things he has done, there's little time left for whining or worrying.

Squalor has nothing to do with money. Squalor happens when people are sad. And

Life is nothing if not a random motion of coincidences and quirks of chance; it never goes as planned or as foretold; frequently one gains happiness from being obliged to follow an unchosen path or misery from following a chosen one.

What men call adventures usually consist of the stoical endurance of appalling daily misery.

Todos los hijos del alba, la prole del alba, no serán de vosotros; sólo los grandes habladores se os abandonarán. Los del Daño, los de la Guerra, los de la Miseria, vosotros que hicisteis el mal, lloradlo. El libro del consejo I SAN JUAN, el Fiador, el que estuvo presente cuando aparecieron por primera vez los mundos; el que dio el sí de la afirmación para que echara a caminar el siglo; uno de los

He saw only that misery could be endured in the midst of misery. But set adjacent to the good fortune of others, it became far, far harder to bear.

in a squalid, run-down house in the worst

Anyone who's had a visit from them has discovered an important fact about life: namely, that misery grows up all by itself, in a hidden place, without your even being aware of it, and then one day, suddenly, it knocks on your door. Happiness is just the opposite. Happiness is a cute little flower on your veranda, or a baby canary. You can see it growing, little by little, right before your eyes.

We are in a world in which misery condemns some to death and transforms others into monsters. The former are the victims, the latter are the executioners. There is no one else.

If our well-being depends upon the interaction between events in our brains and events in the world, and there are better and worse ways to secure it, then some cultures will tend to produce lives that are more worth living than others; some political persuasions will be more enlightened than others; and some world views will be mistaken in ways that cause needless human misery.

Misery makes sport to mock itself.

Prayer is helplessness casting itself on Power, infirmity leaning on Strength, misery reaching to Mercy, and a prisoner clamoring for Relief.