Roy Jones Jr. Quotes

I think quite often a fate worse than death is life, for lots of people.

We are doomed to cling to a life even while we find it unendurable.

I have been to hell and back. I have seen the edge. I have seen the dark side of life.

He looked as though his life had not only passed him by but paused along the way to spit in his face.

Want is misery.

The people that live in my hometown do not walk along the street with smiles on their faces. It is a desperate place, but I got out.

We might as well die as to go on living like this.

I used to think you had to live this miserable life and that that would make you funnier, but you don't. The misery will come. The misery will find you.

My childhood was appalling.

Life is painful, nasty and short... in my case it has only been painful and nasty.

I am talking about misery and all of its implications.

We don't live in the Garden. We live far from Eden. Every life is full of heartaches. Every life, frankly, is unspeakably sad.

All I have I would have given gladly not to be standing here today.

…the more miserable a man is, the more he dreads every sort of change, lest it make him more wretched still.

Life is hard. Not great. Kind of tragic.

For a long time, I have hoped for better days, but alas, today it is necessary for me to lose all hope. My poor wife suffers more and more. I do not think it is possible to be any weaker.

For 30 years, I lived in pure hell.

You do something, the same thing over and over again for a long time, you're gonna feel like crap.

I saw tough times, and there were many nights when I would just cry out aloud.

HAPPY EVER AFTER is a concept I'll never believe in. I would be content to sample some little taste of happiness today, tonight, right now. Though I know without a doubt that tomorrow will come saturated with pain. Life is like that. At least my life. And honestly, I cant think of anyone whose life is any different. The price tag for joy is misery. [...]

I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that this is a common experience.

Sometimes survival is the worst alternative there is

Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.

Work is the source of nearly all the misery in the world.

If they'd been dogs, they would have all been in the yard eating grass and trying to yak up whatever was making them feel so lousy. Not a bone gnawed, not a ball chased-all tails went unwagged. Oh, life is a fast cat, a short leash, a flea in that place where you just can't scratch.