#misery

Misery's fine - as long as you know you can get out of it when you want to. ↗

— Arthur Adamov

#get #know #long #misery #out

Friends love misery, in fact. Sometimes, especially if we are too lucky or too successful or too pretty, our misery is the only thing that endears us to our friends. ↗

— Erica Jong

#especially #fact #friends #in fact #love

I am talking about misery and all of its implications. ↗

— Juan Rulfo

#am #i #i am #implications #misery

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. ↗

— Albert Schweitzer

#bring #each #end #firmly #held

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. ↗

— Albert Schweitzer

#carry #diminishing #feel #help #himself

The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

#allowed #could #extract #feelings #food

Moisture falls from the sky, cleansing the world and sustaining precious life. But it's the gloom - the cold, dark air - that receives notice. We fail to see the miracle of raindrops through our own tears. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#despair #discouragement #ingratitude #misery #rain

One morning, about four o'clock, I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought, 'Why am I out on the highway this time of night?' I was miserable, and it all came to me: 'I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with. I can't fall in love with this man, but it's just like a ring of fire. ↗

— June Carter Cash

#falling-in-love #love #misery #love

Some days when my face was broken out just a little too much for me to take, and I looked in despair at the way my fashionless clothes hung on my thin body, my heart just couldn't take another noticeless passage through my school day and I went to agonize alone in the park. ↗

— Calpernia Addams

#transgender #love

...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#depression #earth #escape #fear #horror