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Dostoyevsky's indignation at Afanasy Fet's innocent lyrics, "Whispers, timid breath, the nightingales trilled," is well known. This is simply disgraceful, wrote Dostoyevsky indignantly, and he speculated what an insulting impression such empty verses would have made if they'd been given to someone to read during the Lisbon earthquake! Some people protested: Yes, of course, Dostoyevsky is right, but we aren't having an earthquake, and we aren't in Lisbon, and after all, are we not allowed to love, to listen to nightingales, to admire the beauty of a beloved woman? But Dostoyevsky's argument held sway for a long time. It did so because of the way Russians perceive Russian life: as a constant, unending Lisbon earthquake.

…Do you think there’s somewhere else, some other place to go after this one?” Mandy blurted out. “You mean when you die, where will you end up?” Alecto asked her. “…I wouldn’t know… back to whatever void there is, I suppose.” “I’ve thought about it… every living thing dies alone, it’ll be lonely after death,” Mandy sighed sadly. “That freaks me out, does it scare you?” “I don't want to be alone,” Alecto replied wearily. “We won’t be, though. We’ll be dead, so we’ll just be darkness, not much else, just memories, nostalgia and darkness.” “I don’t want to be any of that either though,” Mandy exclaimed, bursting into tears and crying, keeping her eyes to the floor, her voice shaky as she spoke to him. “When we die, we’ll still be nothing, the world will still be nothing, everything’ll just be nothing!” “You’re real though, at least that’s something,” Alecto pointed out, holding his hand out in front of her. Smiling miserably, Mandy took his hand in her own and sat there beside him quietly.

Drowning his misery with alcohol and junk food was like sticking plaster on an infected cut. It masked it temporarily, but only made it fester under the surface till it came spilling out again.

Dwell in the past, worry about the future and find misery in the present.

Each time we make a choice we are either moving toward freedom and prosperity or bondage and misery.

Either enjoy happiness or enjoy misery. The choice is yours.

Ein Mädchen, das um Mitternacht für gewöhnlich wie eine Königin aussah und wie ein Gnom um zehn Uhr am nächsten Morgen

Elles ont un père. Ce ne sont pas de ces malheureuses qui commencent par n'avoir pas de famille et qui finissent par épouser le public. On est mamselle Personne, on devient madame Tout-le-monde.

En su vida, nada había podido contaminar el pozo loco de sus sueños: ni la bebida, ni las drogas, ni el dolor. Escapó hacia ese pozo como un animal sediento que encuentra un charco al atardecer y bebió de él, lo que significa que encontró un agujero en el papel y se lanzó a su interior, agradecido

Era demasiado escrupuloso para no esforzarme por ser lo más desgraciado posible.

Era tan guapa que dolía. Una muñeca todavía perfecta, al borde de la rotura que la vida y la miseria le impondrían.

Er hatte immer gewusst, dass die Götter hart waren, und hatte diese Tatsache akzeptiert; aber er verspürte nicht den Wunsch, in einer Welt zu leben, wo die Götter wahnsinnig waren.

Escribir puede ser una forma de masturbación, pero que Dios me libre de convertirlo en un acto de autocanibalismo.

Everything takes place at a right time. It’s your anxiety to achieve everything before time or grab things more than you required, add misery to your life.

Ever since history has been written, ever since philosophy has meditated, misery has been the garment of the human race.

Every single empire in its official discourse has said that it is not like all the others, that its circumstances are special, that it has a mission to enlighten, civilize, bring order and democracy, and that it uses force only as a last resort. And, sadder still, there always is a chorus of willing intellectuals to say calming words about benign or altruistic empires, as if one shouldn't trust the evidence of one's eyes watching the destruction and the misery and death brought by the latest mission civilizatrice.

Everything moves in this world according to some rules and ignorance of these rules is the cause of our failures and misery.

Everything that drowned me taught me how to swim.

For a brokenhearted person memories are the vital parts of misery

First impression is not the last reflection of a true friend, so if you are head over heels for someone who just bought you a cake, you'd better think twice before devouring your misery.

For a few minutes the anxiety that tormented him had vanished, leaving his mind as serene as the beauty he looked at. Very lovely, he thought, are the sudden moments of relief that come in the midst of strain, those moments of forgetfulness when we are "teased out of thought" by a bird or a flower or the sight of old roofs in the sun; lovely though so transient, the reversal of those brief moments of misery that visit us even in the midst of joy.

Ferranti's thoughts had been his. As before he had understood his remorse so now he understood the mental chains that had imprisoned him. The poor wretch could not move. Misery had become apathy and apathy had brought the inevitable paralysis of the will.

For a torture to be effective, the pain has to be spread out; it has to come at regular intervals, with no end in sight. The water falls , drop after drop after drop, like the second hand of a watch, carving up time. The shock of each individual drop is insignificant, but the sensation is impossible to ignore. At first, one might manage to think about other things, but after five hours, after ten hours, it becomes unendurable. The repeated stimulation excites the nerves to a point where they literally explode, and every sensation in the body is absorbed into that one spot on the forehead---indeed, you come to feel that you are nothing but a forehead, into which a fine needle is being forced millimeter by millimeter. You can’t sleep or even speak, hypnotized by a suffering that is greater than any mere pain. In general, the victim goes mad before a day has passed.

Frequently, people confront us who seemed to be egging the world into calling them on their miserable actions so they can have the pleasure of angry vengeance or an excuse to attract attention. Our compassion cannot be giving them what they think they want, since it is unreasonable to want to be hateful.

For it is discomfort's own essence to be near a man and to feel him in torture of misery, to feel with him the very pain of the misery, and yet to be unable to help.

For the ignorant, pain is a curse, but for the wise, it is a blessed moment for reinforcing one's inner goodness and morality.

Forgive everyone. Forgive every misery and misfortune with love.

God has never experienced misery. The one, who becomes estranged from God, has misery.

Gods must have had their reasons when they unleashed locusts on this earth; locusts, that in their happy numbers, infest a place and leave behind a trail of death and misery.

Good music will make you forget all your misery.

Gratitude is the antidote for misery. When you are counting your blessings you are too busy to be counting your problems.

Happiness is often hidden in misery; light appears brighter in darkness.

Happiness and misery are both delusions. One has a delusion of misery in the heat and a delusion of happiness under the shade of a tree. If he is made to sit under the tree the whole night, then he will feel misery even there.

He could not afford to indulge misery, to live in the past and stumble through life facing backwards.

Have I not suffered enough, that you seek to increase my misery?

Have you ever wonder about the misery of sleep?

He felt misery, loneliness, a terrible need for love.

He finally pulled it all back into his heart, sucking in the painful tide of his misery.

He wanted to imprison his nameless misery in words.

He suffered much, but he understood the mystery of pain: he knew that tears make all things shine.

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.

He was pinched perspinngly in the epistemological dilemma of the skeptic, unable to accept solutions to problems he was unwilling to dismiss as unsolvable. He was never without misery, and never without hope.

He had, he verily believed, overcome all tendency to fly to liquor - which, indeed, he had never done from taste, but merely as an escape from intolerable misery of the mind.

He is wretched indeed, who goes up and down in the world, without a God to take care of him, to be his guide and protector, and to bless him in his affairs [. . .] That unconverted men are without God shows that they are liable to all manner of evil [. . .] liable to the power of the devil, to the power of all manner of temptation [. . .] to be deceived and seduced into erroneous opinions [. . .] to embrace damnable doctrines [. . .] to be given up of God to judicial hardness of heart [. . .] to commit all manner of sin, and even the unpardonable sin itself. They cannot be sure they shall not commit that sin. They are liable to build up a false hope of heaven, and so to go hoping to hell [. . .] to die senseless and stupid, as many have died [. . .] to die in such a case as Saul and Judas did, fearless of hell. They have no security from it. They are liable to all manner of mischief, since they are without God. They cannot tell what shall befall them, nor when they are secure from anything. They are not safe one moment. Ten thousand fatal mischiefs may befall them, that may make them miserable forever. They, who have God for their God, are safe from all such evils. It is not possible that they should befall them. God is their covenant God, and they have his faithful promise to be their refuge.

He who poured water on the ground seizes the mighty in misery.

His life cries for an unknown land of joy; where sadness lingers between border lines His discolored steps towards the decoy misconstrued as the mystery declines From the poem Sonnet For A Man (Part II)

Holding onto misery only brings more misery into focus. All possibilities exist. But the mind has only room for one thing at a time.

Hold it right there. The only agreement we ever had was that you intended to make me as miserable as possible, and I intended to courageously make the best of an intolerable situation like valiant Southern women have always done.

How could you be sad, when you can sing?

How can one be free from miseries?’ – this life has to be lived to know only this.