Quotes About Misery

Ah, happiness courts the light, so we deem the world is gay; but misery hides aloof, so we deem that misery there is none.

The final strands in the life of Pherentime were woven with misery, for as soon as she achieved her revenge on the Barkanians, she left Libya and returned to Egypt, where she died a miserable death from worms which teemed within her body and crawled out from it while she still lived. Thus the gods manifest their resentment against humans who execute vengeance violently and excessively.

I'm so happy that I suddenly feel cold, tenatized by a joy that freezes me. He says 'I'm wrecked, I traveled all day hitchhiking to catch up with you, let's go to your hotel.' I had only dreamed and dream of nothing but the moment I would find myself alone with him in my hotel room, and yet my lips drily reply, 'We'll go later, let's go to the screening first.' At the end of the screening, Vincent announces that he's leaving again; a burning misery follows an icy joy.

Sin spreads misery around it only when there is ground ready for the bad seed.

For of all creatures that breathe and creep about on the earth, there is none so miserable as man.

We men are wretched things

The gods granted us misery, in jealousy over the thought that we two, always together, should enjoy our youth, and then come to the threshold of old age.

The business of wretches is wretched even in guarantee giving.

O my poor child. I bore you for sorrow, Nursed you for grief. Why? You should be Spending your time here by your ships Happily and untroubled by tears, Since life is short for you, all too brief. Now you're destined for both an early death And misery beyond compare. It was for this I gave birth to you in your father's palace Under an evil star.

Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say that [the gods] devise their misery. But [men] themselves- in their depravity- design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.

During the daytime I glut myself with sorrow and lament, having my own duties to see to, and my house-maidens' work: but night falls and the world sleeps. Then I lie in my bed and the swarming cares so assail my inmost heart that I go distraught with misery.

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.

For the professors in the academy, for the humanities generally, misery is more amenable to analysis: happiness is a harder nut to crack.

In fact, everyone he's passing now along this pleasantly down-at-heel street looks happy enough, at least as content as he is. But for the professors in the academy, for the humanities generally, misery is more amenable to analysis: happiness is a harder nut to crack.

It bore her no malice, this animal, it was indifferent to her misery. It would move as a cage panther might: because it is awake, out of boredom, for the sake of movement itself, or for no reason at all, and with no awareness.

The self-made hell was an interesting construct. Nobody escaped making one, at least one, in a lifetime. Some lives were nothing but. It was a tautology that self-inflicted misery was an extension of character.

Our stares connected and we were quiet for a long minute, united by our misery. At least he understood me and I understood him. A fine pair we make," he said. Yeah.

When I was a young man, I understood that poetry was two things - it was difficult to understand, but you could understand that the poet was miserable. So for a while there, I wrote poems that were hard to understand, even by me, but gave off whiffs of misery.

If misery loves company, then triumph demands an audience.

My advice is: if you've got to be miserable to write great music, then drive a truck.

Insecurity is miserable. That's the bottom line. We don't need it. We don't want it. And we really can live without it. So what would happen if we quite being accomplices in our own misery?

The seeds of totalitarian regimes are nurtured by misery and want.

When I die, people will say it is the best thing for me. It is because they know it is the worst. They want to avoid the feeling of pity. As though they were the people most concerned!

You make me miserable. You really do, I want you to know that. Much as I love you, much as I need you, much as I can't exist without you, you make me miserable.