#trouble

This is just the United States. All the rest of the countries, all over the world, are proud of Michael. It's here we have the most trouble out of them. ↗

— Joseph Jackson

#here #just #michael #most #out

Yet did that Antiochus, who was also called Dionysius, become an origin of troubles again. ↗

— Flavius Josephus

#also #become #called #did #origin

Human lives are hard, even those of health and privilege, and don't make much sense. This is the message of the Book of Job: Any snappy explanation of suffering you come up with will be horseshit. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#meaning #prayer #trouble #life

He was impossibly gorgeous. I had trouble taking it in at times ↗

— Sylvia Day

#love #trouble #love

Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable. ↗

— Stevie Smith

#lonely #love #loving #miserable #misery

She wished it were evening now, wished for the great relief of the calendar inking itself out, of day done and night coming, of ice cubes knocking about in a glass beneath the whisky spilling in, that fine brown affirmation of need. ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#coping #drinking-your-troubles-away #happy-hour #loss #lost-love

The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#individual #love #lovers #luck #thoughts

My mother used to tell me, “Things always look worse at night.” For the most part, I believe her. But some of the troubles that keep me from sleeping look just as bad in the morning. ↗

— Carolyn Custis James

#troubles #love

I would be lying if I said I didn't get a kick out of the assignment. Here I am, a "troubled youth," and my self-chosen treatment is to become a stalker. Okay, not stalker. Research Analyst. ↗

— Lindsey Leavitt

#humor #lindsey-leavitt #research #sean-griswold-s-head #stalker

The snag in this business of falling in love, aged relative, is that the parties of the first part so often get mixed up with the wrong parties of the second part, robbed of their cooler judgement by the party of the second part's glamour. Put it like this: the male sex is divided into rabbits and non-rabbits and the female sex into dashers and dormice, and the trouble is that the male rabbit has a way of getting attracted by the female dasher (who would be fine for the non-rabbit) and realizing too late that he ought to have been concentrating on some mild, gentle dormouse with whom he could settle down peacefully and nibble lettuce. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#love #misfortune #trouble #age