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I have always held firmly to the thought that each one of us can do a little to bring some read more
I have always held firmly to the thought that each one of us can do a little to bring some portion of misery to an end.
Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop read more
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 loves company, but company does not reciprocate.
Misery loves company, but company does not reciprocate.
We ought never to scoff at the wretched, for who can be sure of
continued happiness?
[Fr., Il read more
We ought never to scoff at the wretched, for who can be sure of
continued happiness?
[Fr., Il ne se faut jamais moquer des miserables,
Car qui peut s'assurer d'etre toujours heureux?]
Whoever is spared personal pain must feel himself called to help in diminishing the pain of others. We must all read more
Whoever is spared personal pain must feel himself called to help in diminishing the pain of others. We must all carry our share of the misery which lies upon the world.
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.
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.
A misery is not to be measured from the nature of the evil, but from the temper of the sufferer.
A misery is not to be measured from the nature of the evil, but from the temper of the sufferer.
But O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
But O yet more miserable!
Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.