George Washington Quotes

It's not been a pleasant life.

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

For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.

There's no comfort in the truth, pain is all you'll find.

The world is a heartbreaking place, without any question.

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.

Life is hard. Not great. Kind of tragic.

There's never any ebb in human misery.

Misery is the River of the World

Were a stranger to drop on a sudden into this world, I would show him, as a specimen of its ills, a hospital full of diseases, a prison crowded with malefactors and debtors, a field of battle strewed with carcasses, a fleet foundering in the ocean, a nation languishing under tyranny, famine, or pestilence. To turn the gay side of life to him, and give him a notion of its pleasures; whither should I conduct him? to a ball, to an opera, to court? He might justly think, that I was only showing him a diversity of distress and sorrow.

Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.

Those who would extirpate evil from the world know little of human nature. As well might punch be palatable without souring as existence agreeable without care.

I have been given a unique role to play on this earth: given to me by a life filled with sickness, ill-starred circumstances and my profession as an artist. It is a life that contains nothing that resembles happiness, and moreover does not even desire happiness.

It didn’t and doesn’t turn out well. There is no happy ending to the story of sorrow if you are born with a predilection for despair. The world is, after all, a coarse and brutal and cruel place. It’s only a matter of how long you can live with it.

Life: another day, another dolor.

Nothing is as heady as the wine of misfortune.

It was all a lie, it all stank, stank of lies, it all gave the illusion of meaning and happiness and beauty, and all of it was just putrefaction that no one would admit to. Bitter was the taste of the world. Life was a torment.

Upon my weary heart was showered smiles, plaudits and flowers, but beyond them I saw troubles and thorns innumerable.

I haven't known 6 days of happiness in my life.

Puritans will never believe it, but life is full of disagreeable things that aren't even good for you.

There's nothing in this world can make me joy.