So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries, She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.
To become a man is to be responsible; to be ashamed of miseries that you did not cause.
One cannot live with sighted eyes and feeling heart and not know and read of the miseries which affect the world.
To exult over the miseries of an unhappy creature is inhuman.
History is but a kind of Newgate calendar, a register of the crimes and miseries that man has inflicted on his fellow-man.
The first great requisite is absolute sincerity. Falsehood and disguise are miseries and misery-makers.
We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
I'm comfortable in my miseries. I have no choice.
Life is so full of miseries, minor and major; they press so close upon us at every step of the way, that it is hardly worthwhile to call one another's attention to their presence.
The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of blessings; the inherent virtue of socialism is the equal sharing of miseries.
There are, while human miseries abound, A thousand ways to waste superfluous wealth, Without one fool or flatterer at your board, Without one hour of sickness or disgust.
Do you know why God subjects you to so many miseries? That He may bestow on you the riches of heaven.
There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.
I love Dickens because it makes me chuckle to myself so. He has taken me to another world and out of so many earthly miseries.
Our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.
The future is merely a shadow which blocks out the joys of the present and emphasizes the miseries of the past.
Society in every state is a blessing, but government even in its best state is but a necessary evil; in its worst state an intolerable one; for when we suffer, or are exposed to the same miseries by a government, which we might expect in a country without government, our calamity is heightened by reflecting that we furnish the means by which we suffer.
How we are born to invent our own miseries!
I have discovered, passionate grief does not link us with the dead but cuts us off from them. This becomes clearer and clearer. It is just at those moments when I feel least sorrow - getting into my morning bath is usually one of them - that H. rushes upon my mind in her full reality, her otherness. Not, as in my worst moments, all foreshortened and patheticized and solemnized by my miseries, but as she is in her own right. This is good and tonic.
If there were reason for these miseries, then into limits could I bind my woes. If the winds rages, doth not the sea wax mad, threat'ning the welkin with its big-swoll'n face? And wilt though have a reason for this coil? I am the sea. Hark how her sighs doth blow. She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.
