I have a dream my life would be. So different from this hell I’m living. So different now from what it seem. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.”*Fantine

He did not care if she was heartless, vicious and vulgar, stupid and grasping, he loved her. He would rather have misery with one than happiness with the other.

We wanted more than anything else in the world to be normal, but we failed.” The 1960’s and 1970’s were very strange times, but Mandy missed it all, she missed the days when Super-8 was the popular film type, when music had lyrics that made you think, when movies had powerful meanings instead of bad...

Those were the three words seldom asked to her.Yet, she knew they hold a healing power in them; For they bring a million thoughts to the mind and more to the soul; For the answer is far deeper than what is simply said on the face.She understood, so she asked him what was seldom asked...

Un hombre valiente podía pensar. Un cobarde, no.

zoom lens effect,” in which the focus is entirely on oneself, to the exclusion of external considerations.

People in misery is what most important in art.

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.

It is a consolation to the wretched to have companions in misery

Misery makes no distinction between prince and pauper.

We have no home. Please help me and my baby. God will bless you.” I noticed her broken teeth. My heart sank; I turned my face to the other side. My God! If I turned to every misery around me, I would be crying rivers on the street.

Abandoned.The word alone sends shudders down a sensitive spine, troubling the thoughts of pained souls as their hurt swells in ripples. It is a sentence of undesired solitude often pronounced on the innocent, the trusting—administered without warning or satisfactory cause. One day the moon is yours, or so you believe. The next, his countenance transforms...

There are people who are never content, never appeased, forever dissatisfied—who continually look to what escapes them, convincing themselves that if only they could attain that one desire outside of reach they would be happy. It seems almost pointless to give to these people because their eyes immediately shift from the gift to stare miserably...

Just resign yourself to the fact that you’re going to be miserable so you can finally be happy. (It’s a sound theory if you think about it hard enough.)

No misery compares to staring at a clear night’s sky with arms stretched toward a coveted star, wishing on what is forever out of reach.

Obsessing over something that has jarred your world is called coping.

If no war in heaven, then defeat ain’t misery.

A little misery, at times, makes one appreciate happiness more.

i was a prisoner of events

The misery of other people is only an abstraction […] something that can be sympathized with only by drawing from one’s own experiences. But as it stands, true empathy remains impossible. And so long as it is, people will continue to suffer the pressure of their seemingly singular existence.

I, a miserable wretch, haunted by a curse that shut up every avenue to enjoyment.

In misery it is great comfort to have a companion.

Writing does not cause misery, it is born of misery.

It’d felt good to be part of an “us,” with the same thoughts, the same feelings, the same miseries.

West couldn’t simply leave the man like this, he didn’t have it in him.”Goodman Heath,” he said as he approached, and the peasant looked up at him, surprised. He fumbled for his hat and made to rise, muttering apologies.”No, please, don’t get up.” West sat down on the bench. He stared at his feet, unable...

[F]or just one second, look at your life and see how perfect it is. Stop looking for the next secret door that is going to lead you to your real life. Stop waiting. This is it: there’s nothing else. It’s here, and you’d better decide to enjoy it or you’re going to be miserable wherever...

… when she called to mind all this utter and crushing misery that had come upon my aunts’ old music-master, she was moved to very real grief, and shuddered to think of that other grief, so different in its bitterness, which Mlle. Vinteuil must now be feeling, tinged with remorse at having virtually killed her...

we look for misery than the possible victory as the part of event

Although you hadn’t asked why, it had less to do with you not noticing than with you not wanting to hear the answer.

Some kinds of misery make you hate the world, but some kinds make you hate yourself, and–butter and cheese not withstanding–Neve had no question that Spear was the latter.

The next day he woke up feeling like he’d been unshackled from his fat, like he’d been washed clean from his misery, and for a long time he couldn’t remember why he felt this way, and then he said her name.

If religion has nothing to do with poverty and misery; then why the Muslims are the largest charity takers of the world

Religion starts with desolation and ends with misery.

Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery

I don’t reckon misery loves any damn thing at all.

I felt so weak and unhappy that I buried my face in the ground: I could not bear the strain of seeing around me the things of the earth. I felt convinced that every movement and every thought was forced, and that one had to be on one’s guard against them.

Scholars and enlightened always want to define the differences between communism, socialism, fascism and other economic or political systems. It really doesn’t matter to those who are subjected to those societies how someone has articulated their misery.

Ignoring to change your thoughts and beliefs wouldn’t fail to cause your negative mood to remain unchanged.

Those places where sadness and misery abound are favoured settings for stories of ghosts and apparitions. Calcutta has countless such stories hidden in its darkness, stories that nobody wants to admit they believe but which nevertheless survive in the memory of generations as the only chronicle of the past. It is as if the people...

Civilized misery is the worst misery. – Hilary Craven, Pg. 33

Let them drink and forget their poverty and remember their misery no more.Proverbs 31:7

Né avec une me habituelle, j’en ai demandé une autre à la musique : ce fut le début de malheurs inespérés.

Pain and suffering are inevitable in our lives, but misery is an option

Our happiness or misery depends upon our perception, not on the situation.

The land of failure and misery isn’t where you temporarily or permanently belong. You are a royal child of God, and definitely have a specially reserved place in the territory of success and happiness.

In every circumstance, always remember that you can only be as happy or miserable as you repeatedly interpret your life to be.

Some people create war and misery, some create wealth and money, and some create ideas and art. But we all create our own deaths, fashioned out of our lives. Nobody will remember how you died, if nobody remembers how you lived. Forgoing freak accidents, we all choose how we die by how we live. Suicide,...

Misery is a routine you can learn to live with. It’s like rain. Once you’re soaked to the skin, you can’t get any wetter.

Laziness demands misery.

I don’t think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that still remains