Meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones; And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuffed, and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses Were thinly scattered, to make up a show.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
No, misery makes sport to mock itself.
All of which misery I saw, part of which I was. [Lat., Quaeque ipse misserrima vidi, et quorum pars magna fui.]
It is seldom that the miserable of the world can help regarding their misery as a wrong inflicted by those who are less miserable.
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.
The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope.
If misery loves company, misery has company enough.
Maybe men are separated from each other only by the degree of their misery.
People talk about the courage of condemned men walking to the place of execution: sometimes it needs as much courage to walk with any kind of bearing towards another person's habitual misery.
Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.
Hope is the physician of each misery.
There are a good many real miseries in life that we cannot help smiling at, but they are the smiles that make wrinkles and not dimples.
Man is only miserable so far as he thinks himself so.
Misery loves company, but company does not reciprocate.
Threescore years and ten is enough; if a man can't suffer all the misery he wants in that time, he must be numb.
A misery is not to be measured from the nature of the evil, but from the temper of the sufferer.
There is no greater grief than to remember days of joy when misery is at hand.
There is nothing so wretched or foolish as to anticipate misfortunes. What madness it is in your expecting evil before it arrives! [Lat., Nil est nec miserius nec stultius quam praetimere. Quae ista dementia est, malum suum antecedere!]
When you see a man in distress, recognize him as a fellow man. [Lat., Quemcumque miserum videris, hominem scias.]
October turned by maple's leaves to gold; The most are gone now; here and there one lingers; Soon these will slip from the twig's weak hold, Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.
The greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not our circumstances. -Martha Washington.
Life is not an easy matter.... You cannot live through it without falling into frustration and cynicism unless you have before you a great idea which raises you above personal misery, above weakness, above all kinds of perfidy and baseness.
The shy man does have some slight revenge upon society for the torture it inflicts upon him. He is able, to a certain extent, to communicate his misery. He frightens other people as much as they frighten him. He acts like a damper upon the whole room, and the most jovial spirits become, in his presence, depressed and nervous.
Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.