#miser

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable. ↗

— John Milton

#bear #blind #blindness #miserable

Misery is the company of lawsuits. ↗

— Francois Rabelais

#company #lawsuits #misery

All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#climb #except #lawful #mankind #miseries

There is a set of religious, or rather moral, writings which teach that virtue is the certain road to happiness, and vice to misery in this world. A very wholesome and comfortable doctrine, and to which we have but one objection, namely, that it is not true. ↗

— Francois Fenelon

#comfortable #doctrine #happiness #misery #moral

It is better to lose health like a spendthrift than to waste it like a miser. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#health #like #lose #miser #spendthrift

If there's one thing I've discovered, it's that stifling yourself will only lead to more misery. [...] I polluted all other happiness because I was afraid to let myself create and change. You have to have courage. Real courage to explore, to fail, and to pick yourself back up again. ↗

— Siobhan Vivian

#creativity #misery #change

The most beautiful of altars, he said, is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled and thankfing God. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#m-bienvenu #m-welcome #beauty

I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy. ↗

— Holly Black

#happy #life #miserable #sad #life

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. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#courage #misery #southern-women #courage

But somebody else had spoken Snape’s name, quite softly. “Severus . . .” The sound frightened Harry beyond anything he had experienced all evening. For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading. Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face. “Severus . . . please . . .” Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore. “Avada Kedavra!” A jet of green light shot from the end of Snape’s wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest. Harry’s scream of horror never left him; silent and unmoving, he was forced to watch as Dumbledore was blasted into the air. For a split second, he seemed to hang suspended beneath the shining skull, and then he fell slowly backward, like a great rag doll, over the battlements and out of sight. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#death #dumbledore #killing-curse #misery #pain