#misery

It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles. And yet when King Laugh come, he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall, all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him. Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again, and we bear to go on with our labor, what it may be. ↗

— Bram Stoker

#laugh #life #misery #van-helsing #world

But then he returned and our life went on. Three days gone. A week. I measured the time in the faint waning of my consciousness of my misery, and wondered if this would one day be enough: simply not to be consciously miserable anymore. ↗

— Sue Miller

#life

Now, comrades, what is the nature of this life of ours? Let us face it: our lives are miserable, laborious, and short. ↗

— George Orwell

#misery #life

Are you what is called a lucky man? Well, you are sad every day. Each day has its great grief or its little care... Hardly one day in a hundred of unbroken joy and sunshine. And you are of that small number who at lucky! As for the other men, stagnant night is upon them. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#life #lucky #misery #life

Only you could be more important than what I wanted...what I needed. What I want and what I need is to be with you, and I know I'll never be strong enough to leave again. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#misery #love

He was dimly angry with himself, he did not know why. It was that he had struck his wife. He had forgotten it, but was miserable about it, notwithstanding. And this misery was the voice of the great Love that had made him and his wife and the baby and Diamond, speaking in his heart, and telling him to be good. For that great Love speaks in the most wretched and dirty hearts; only the tone of its voice depends on the echoes of the place in which it sounds. On Mount Sinai, it was thunder; in the cabman's heart it was misery; in the soul of St John it was perfect blessedness. ↗

— George MacDonald

#heart #love #misery #thunder #voice

Nobody wants to be alone in misery. Cara experienced no shame in admitting that need. Not only did she not want to suffer alone, she demanded co-suffering from all who dared love her. ↗

— Christa Parravani

#suffering #love

Първият (Борис), излязъл от низините, съзнаваше опасността от бунта на гладните и разбираше, че привилегията на ситите беше несигурна и заплашена. Вторият (Костов), израсъл в охолство, считаше тази привилегия за естествена и не мислеше, че човек трябва да разваля спокойствието си с грозни и безогледни действия срещу работниците. ↗

— Димитър Димов

#dimov #fear #misery #money #power

Rainy, gloomy, drab, sunless day.  There are times when hope seems entirely clouded over; when looking for the blessings in your circumstances feels like trying to catch a ray of sunshine from six feet under. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#gloom #hopelessness #misery #regret #richelle

There are people who are never content, never appeased, forever dissatisfied; who continually look to what escapes them, convincing themselves that if only they could attain that one desire outside of reach, they would be happy.  It seems almost pointless to give to these people because their eyes immediately shift from the gift to stare miserably at the portion held back.  Their wants, demands, expectations, appetites are never satiated, thus, they refuse to be happy.  And you cannot make them so. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#greed #misery #richelle #richelle-goodrich #unappeasable