Quotes
Quotes about Miser
A still small voice spake unto me,
"Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to be?"
Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen nineteen six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six, result misery.
Resolve to be thyself; and know, that he
Who finds himself, loses his misery.
Joy may be a miser,
But Sorrow's purse is free.
Behold, we live through all things,--famine, thirst,
Bereavement, pain; all grief and misery,
All woe and sorrow; life inflicts its worst
On soul and body,--but we can not die,
Though we be sick and tired and faint and worn,--
Lo, all things can be borne!
So precious life is! Even to the old
The hours are as a miser's coins!
It is a consolation to the wretched to have companions in misery.
No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy when misery is at hand.
Miserable comforters are ye all.
Have mercy upon us miserable sinners.
Few lives record large triumphs. Most are memorable for misery
Yes, I was a fool, but I was in love, and though I was suffering the greatest misery I had ever known I would not have had it otherwise for all the riches of Barsoom. Such is love, and such are lovers wherever love is known.
There is no greater sorrow than to recall a time of happiness in misery.
There is no fundamental difference between man and the lower animals in their mental faculties... The lower animals, like man, manifestly feel pleasure and pain, happiness, and misery.
Even for our enemies in misery--there should be tears in our eyes.
Simplicity doesn't mean to live in misery and poverty. You have what you need, and you don't want to have what you don't need.
The happiest is the person who suffers the least pain; the most miserable who enjoys the least pleasure.
There are times when we must sink to the bottom of our misery to understand truth, just as we must descend to the bottom of a well to see the stars in broad daylight.
A misery is not to be measured from the nature of the evil, but from the temper of the sufferer.
It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.
An old miser kept a tame jackdaw, that used to steal pieces of money, and hide them in a hole, which a cat observing, asked, "Why he would hoard up those round shining things that he could make no use of?" "Why," said the jackdaw, "my master has a whole chestfull, and makes no more use of them that I do." -Jonathan Swift, satirist (1667-1745)
The Ass and the Charger AN ASS congratulated a Horse on being so ungrudgingly and carefully provided for, while he himself had scarcely enough to eat and not even that without hard work. But when war broke out, a heavily armed soldier mounted the Horse, and riding him to the charge, rushed into the very midst of the enemy. The Horse was wounded and fell dead on the battlefield. Then the Ass, seeing all these things, changed his mind, and commiserated the Horse.
The Miser A miser sold all that he had and bought a lump of gold, which he buried in a hole in the ground by the side of an old wall and went to look at daily. One of his workmen observed his frequent visits to the spot and decided to watch his movements. He soon discovered the secret of the hidden treasure, and digging down, came to the lump of gold, and stole it. The Miser, on his next visit, found the hole empty and began to tear his hair and to make loud lamentations. A neighbor, seeing him overcome with grief and learning the cause, said, Pray do not grieve so; but go and take a stone, and place it in the hole, and fancy that the gold is still lying there. It will do you quite the same service; for when the gold was there, you had it not, as you did not make the slightest use of it.
Believe me, the gods spare the afflicted, and do not always oppress those who are unfortunate. [Lat., Crede mihi, miseris coelestia numina parcunt; Nec semper laesos, et sine fine, premunt.]
One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because loveâany loveâreveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.
