#misery

My music is homegrown from the garden of New Orleans. Music is everything to me short of breathing. Music also has a role to lift you up - not to be escapist but to take you out of misery. ↗

— Allen Toussaint

#breathing #escapist #everything #garden #homegrown

In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life. ↗

— Chrissie Hynde

#ever #experience #i #jealousy #leads

Companions, in misery and worse, that is what we all are, and to try to change this substantially avails us nothing. ↗

— Franz Liszt

#change #companions #misery #nothing #substantially

Every day starts, my eyes open and I reload the program of misery. I open my eyes, remember who I am, what I'm like, and I just go, 'Ugh'. ↗

— Louis C. K.

#day #every #every day #eyes #go

So far I haven't really been prominent enough to get critical attention focused on me. So, of course, I fully expect bad reviews, but I will be wracked with misery as a result. ↗

— Emily Mortimer

#bad #been #course #critical #enough

Just resign yourself to the fact that you're going to be miserable so you can finally be happy. (It's a sound theory, if you think about it hard enough.) ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#happiness #life #misery #resolve #richelle

Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable. ↗

— Stevie Smith

#lonely #love #loving #miserable #misery

You can share in my joy, but I don’t want to share my misery. No, I want to give away my misery. Go ahead, take it all.
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— Jarod Kintz

#humor #joy #miserable #misery #selfish

That summer, Titanic fever gripped Kabul. People smuggled pirated copies of the film from Pakistan- sometimes in their underwear. After curfew, everyone locked their doors, turned out the lights, turned down the volume, and reaped tears for Jack and Rose and the passengers of the doomed ship. If there was electrical power, Mariam, Laila, and the children watched it too. A dozen times or more, they unearthed the TV from behind the tool-shed, late at night, with the lights out and quilts pinned over the windows. At the Kabul River, vendors moved into the parched riverbed. Soon, from the river's sunbaked hollows, it was possible to buy Titanic carpets, and Titanic cloth, from bolts arranged in wheelbarrows. There was Titanic deodorant, Titanic toothpaste, Titanic perfume, Titanic pakora, even Titanic burqas. A particularly persistent beggar began calling himself "Titanic Beggar." "Titanic City" was born. It's the song, they said. No, the sea. The luxury. The ship. It's the sex, they whispered. Leo, said Aziza sheepishly. It's all about Leo. "Everybody wants Jack," Laila said to Mariam. "That's what it is. Everybody wants Jack to rescue them from disaster. But there is no Jack. Jack is not coming back. Jack is dead. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#misery #war #heroism

A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#misery #moroseness #subconscious #humor