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.
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The worst of misery
Is when a nature framed for noblest things
Condemns itself in youth to read more
The worst of misery
Is when a nature framed for noblest things
Condemns itself in youth to petty joys,
And, sore athirst for air, breathes scanty life
Gasping from out the shallows.
The wretched hasten to hear of their own miseries.
[Lat., Miserias properant suas
Audire miseri.]
The wretched hasten to hear of their own miseries.
[Lat., Miserias properant suas
Audire miseri.]
Extreme hopes are born from extreme misery.
Extreme hopes are born from extreme misery.
Money can't buy you happiness but it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery.
Money can't buy you happiness but it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery.
It is seldom that the miserable of the world can help regarding their misery as a wrong inflicted by those read more
It is seldom that the miserable of the world can help regarding their misery as a wrong inflicted by those who are less miserable.
Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the read more
Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.
People talk about the courage of condemned men walking to the place of execution: sometimes it needs as much courage read more
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.
Horatio looked handsomely miserable, like Hamlet slipping on a
piece of orange-peel.
Horatio looked handsomely miserable, like Hamlet slipping on a
piece of orange-peel.
Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer read more
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.
