Saint Augustine Quotes

I am truly miserable - more so than I like to acknowledge to myself. Pride refuses to aid me. It has brought me into the scrape, and will not help me out of it.

Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.

What I really want, and what I never get - is to be appreciated.

Through the damp fabric of my coverall, bundled in my blanket, I feel naked. Raw. He sees more than I want, more than I can bear. It’s like standing before him ... while he stares at my scars, pitiless and unmoved.

There is always something missing that torments me.

I want my whole life lined with a topical anesthetic.

I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am full of tears and hunger and the fear of death, although I cannot weep, and I want nothing, and I cannot die. I am not like the others now, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but I do. I regret.

Oftentimes. when people are miserable, they will want to make other people miserable, too. But it never helps.

Just leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm falling apart, and I don't want you here.

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.

You make me miserable. You really do, I want you to know that. Much as I love you, much as I need you, much as I can't exist without you, you make me miserable.

you just can't wait to get out of your head, can you?" "if you were in here you might want that too.

I carry the bars within me.

Such is the strength of the burden of habit. Here I have the power to be but do not wish it. There I wish to be but lacks the power. On both grounds, I'm in misery.

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

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

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

My life failed on the very day I was born.

Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.

Angst is not the human condition, it’s the purgatory between what we have and what we want but can’t get.

On devient moral de' s qu'on est malheureux. We become moral once we are miserable.

I stumbled out into the courtyard to try to flee my misery, but of course we can never flee the misery that is within us.

Misery is wasted on the miserable.

This position I've held ... it pays may way and it corrodes my soul.

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