Miserable Quotes - Page 12

Can anything be imagined so ridiculous that this miserable and wretched creature, who is not so much as master of himself, but subject to the injuries of all things, should call himself master and emperor of the world, of which he has not power to know the least part, much less to command the whole?

I judge my life by how miserable it used to be. If I could pay my rent, I was deliriously happy. Now I'm deliriously happy all the time.

You are as happy as you think you are, but not necessarily as miserable as you imagine.

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

I am malicious because I am miserable

I think, life is miserable.

Wagner has some great moments, but a lot of miserable half hours.

He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me?

I would like to do a big movie that many, many people see but I just know I would be miserable if it didn't have something to it.

I learned I could be miserable anywhere in the world. I learned I really was an American.

But I married a guy who treated me very badly, but I was happy. I was miserable, so I was happy.

I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

The more unhappy you are, the more miserable you are, the more you're going to suffer.

For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable.

The smarter you are, the more reasons you have to be miserable.

I had an iPhone and a Droid and both of them were miserable pieces of equipment.

Occupation is one great source of enjoyment. No man, properly occupied, was ever miserable.

Here is a thing which the more you fear and avoid it the nearer you approach to it, and this is misery; the more you flee from it the more miserable and restless you will become.

I have nothing to make me miserable," she said, getting calmer; "but can you understand that everything has become hateful, loathsome, coarse to me, and I myself most of all? You can't imagine what loathsome thoughts I have about everything." "Why, whatever loathsome thoughts can you have?" asked Dolly, smiling. "The most utterly loathsome and coarse; I can't tell you. It's not unhappiness, or low spirits, but much worse. As though everything that was good in me was all hidden away, and nothing was left but the most loathsome.

God said, Here. Have it. Enjoy it. I'm gonna be miserable?

Happiness is an illusion, Natalie. It doesn't actually exist." "Of course it does," I said. "It's what you feel when you're not sad." "That's unconsciousness. And I'm pretty sure that I'm miserable when I am unconscious, too.

To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying.

If I wasn't a golfer, I would still be miserable - but not as miserable.

I chant to save my miserable ass. That's what I do.

I like to allow accidents to happen, not to force them, and yet not let myself feel miserable if they do happen, because they are so often the best things.