Samuel Johnson Quotes

A lot of people spend their last decade of their lives in pain and misery combating disease.

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both.

Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

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

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.

In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die.

I have spent my life falling. Not the kind that Tiny's talking about. He's talking about love. I'm talking about life. In my kind of falling, there's no landing. There's only hitting the ground. Hard. Dead, or wanting to be dead. So the whole time you're falling, it's the worst feeling in the world. Because you feel you have no control over it. Because you know how it ends.

I crawled back into myself all alone, just delighted to observe that I was even more miserable than before, because I had brought a new kind of distress and something that resembled true feeling into my solitude.

Rightly it is said of utter, utter misery, that it 'cannot be remembered'; itself, being a rememberable thing, is swallowed up in its own chaos.

I have known heaven, and now I am in hell, and there are mimes.

Aren't all these notes the senseless writings of a man who won't accept the fact that there is nothing we can do with suffering except to suffer it?

But soon, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct.

We probably in hell already, our dumb asses not knowing.

Man seems not so much wicked as frail, unable to face pain, trouble and growing old. A good woman knows that nature is her enemy. Look at what it does to her.

There is only one prospect worse than being chained to an intolerable existence: The nightmare of a botched attempt to end it.

Life: another day, another dolor.

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

Nothing is as heady as the wine of misfortune.

Living too long exacts a painful price.

There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom.

My mind was bursting with depression and anguish. I muttered imprecations and murmuring as I passed along. I was full of loathing and abhorrence of life, and all that life carries in its train.

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

When I realize that she is gone, perhaps gone forever, a great void opens up and I feel that I am falling, falling, falling into deep, black space. And this is worse than tears, deeper than regret or pain or sorrow, it is the abyss into which Satan was plunged. There is no climbing back, no ray of light, no sound of human voice or human touch of hand.

Yes, we who are full to the gorge with misery should look well around, doubting everything seen, done, spoken, precisely because we have a word for it, and not its alchemy