Nancy Farmer Quotes

I don't think we can be entirely happy seeing such misery around us.

He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.

The unhappy derive comfort from the misfortunes of others.

We are truly to be pitied.

My heart bled for the inhabitants.

It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in possession of the false aim of life, happiness, we forget the true aim, duty!

The happiest is he who suffers least; the most miserable is he who enjoys least.

By compassion we make others' misery our own, and so, by relieving them, we relieve ourselves also.

Many things can make you miserable for weeks; few can bring you a whole day of happiness.

Miserable men commiserate not themselves; bowelless unto others, and merciless unto their own bowels.

What breaks my heart is suffering of any kind.

We ought never to scoff at the wretched, for who can be sure of continued happiness?

Love! dearest, sweetest power! how much are we indebted to thee! How much superior are even thy miseries to the pleasures which arise from other sources!

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

Suffering is the pain of constraints. An atom of pure delight, no matter how small, can hold it at bay.

Compassion is the wish for another being to be free from suffering; love is wanting them to have happiness.

Unfortunately this is where comedy works, where people are the most miserable.

Miserable people love to make other people miserable. I don't hate them, I just feel sorry for them.

He watched and wept and prayed and felt for all

Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.

Just pity him, my boy. Tomorrow we'll be on our way, but he'll have to keep his own disagreeable company until the day he dies.

Those who have given themselves the most concern about the happiness of peoples have made their neighbors very miserable.

Quand notre coeur a fait une fois sa vendange, Vivre est un mal. Once our heart has been harvested once, Life becomes miserable.

There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.