Quotes About Misery

Some people are conduits for misery.

Oh we will all fry together when we fry. We'll be french fried potatoes by and by. There will be no more misery When the world is our rotisserie, Yes, we will all fry together when we fry.

There is no unhappiness like the misery of sighting land again after a cheerful careless voyage.

Trust not what inspires other members of society to choose as a career. Trust what inspires you. From this decision alone will come over a third of your satisfaction or misery in your life.

Every Moment of Truth, even if it is a Moment of Misery, is an opportunity to create a Moment of Magic.

Mr. Marbleton tilted his head. "Do you really think of happiness as such a fragile entity?" "Mine is," she answered, still smiling. "I don't know that I've ever been properly happy. I simply careen between moments of intense buoyancy and moments of intense misery. Only my anxiety is constant: When I hope, I'm anxious that my hopes will come to nothing; when I fear, I'm anxious that my fears will all come true.

So far I have restrained myself. For how much longer, I do not know. I have never known such happiness, shot through with such misery. Only four days have passed, they tell me. But that is not true. It has been decades since I saw you last. You will find me a stooped old man when we meet again. Perhaps I might even need a pair of spectacles to recognize your veil. But I remain always, Your servant, C. One of Christian's onesided letters to the Baroness

I've never seen you take so little butter," he said. "I shouldn't have any butter at all. But it is high misery indeed, to be battling Maximum Tolerable Chins in France, of all places. A little butter eases the suffering.

He'd had a need to be gentle, had wanted this to be slow and lazy, as though something sweet and easy could take away the misery of the day. It wasn't quite the sweet and tender seduction he'd hoped for, but as the climax rushed up on them, claiming them both hard and demanding, as she rested her forehead to his, their gazes locked, her mouth seeking out his … everything else fell away. In those moments, nothing else existed but each other.

Ich bedauere dreißig Jahre der Kontaktarmut und glaube fast, dass man sich öfter berühren sollte, es gäbe weniger Elend.

Life, as we find it, is too hard for us; it brings us too many pains, disappointments and impossible tasks. In order to bear it we cannot dispense with palliative measures... There are perhaps three such measures: powerful deflections, which cause us to make light of our misery; substitutive satisfactions, which diminish it; and intoxicating substances, which make us insensible to it.

In capitalism, sex can exist but only as a productive force at the service of procreation and the regeneration of the waged/male working and as a mean of social appeasement and compensation for the misery of everyday existence.

If the left wing was to rule, the result would be misery, terror and death, like it happens in every place where communism rules.

The melancholy comes over me, the dismal misery of not knowing where I am, or perhaps losing any sense of who I am, as if the mist is bringing about an evaporation of identity, all the certainties of the self leaching away into the cloud.

Strangefellows's owner and bartender was a thin pale streak of misery who only wore black because no-one had come up with a darker colour yet.

From the moment I told her about my dad, it was as if her whole body sighed in relief. As if someone else's misery comforted her, made her feel as if she wasn't alone.

Whatever the misery, he could not regain contentment with a world which, once doubted, became absurd.

By compassion we make others' misery our own, and so, by relieving them, we relieve ourselves also.

The inherent vice of capitalism is the uneven division of blessings, while the inherent virtue of socialism is the equal division of misery.

The ache of love feels remarkably like the ache of grief or guilt. Emotional pain isn't distinguishable by feeling, only by language. We give a name to misery, not because we recognize the feeling but because we know its context.

How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!

If God himself wills such misery on people whom I love, then I say I will deal with him

Friends love misery, in fact. Sometimes, especially if we are too lucky or too successful or too pretty, our misery is the only thing that endears us to our friends.

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.