What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for - and to do it so unconsciously.
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Quotes tagged ‘Misery’
You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it. Doesn’t it sound lovely beyond belief?
We do not suffer by accident.
I can’t help it. It’s tearing me all up inside. I’m like that all through. I can’t help it.
I can’t help it. It’s tearing me all up inside. I’m like that all through. I can’t help it.
When I get hurt, something inside me just shuts off.
No one heals himself by wounding another.
We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision.
The pain of yesterday is the strength of today.
I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
I seek not a fellow feeling in my misery. No sympathy may I ever find. When I first sought it, it was the love of virtue, the feelings of happiness and affection with which my whole being overflowed, that I wished to be participated. But now that virtue has become to me a shadow, and that happiness…
My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.
There are times when you just have to let it all out. All the anger, all the pain.
The deeper the wound, the more private the pain.
Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.
I am drowning deep within myself. Tell me I am not alone.
We study play because life is crap. Life is crap, and it’s full of pain and suffering, and the only thing that makes it worth living — the only thing that makes it possible to get up in the morning and go on living — is play. Art and play.
It’s not the pain I’m afraid of; I know about the pain. What I’m afraid of is the end of this small, sweet dream.
I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.