Robert Herrick Quotes

I suppose I was always very greedy. I was never happy with what we had, and I was always looking for new opportunities.

The human being is constantly torn from calm and peace of simple existence by two things; wanting what you don't have, or disliking what you have.

To the covetous man life is a nightmare, and God lets him wrestle with it as best he may.

We are perverse creatures and never satisfied.

Therefore the elect shall go forth... to see the torments of the impious, seeing which they will not be grieved, but will be satiated with joy at the sight of the unutterable calamity of the impious.

The more refined one is, the more unhappy.

Bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel.

I wasn't unhappy, but I was a little like: 'Is this it? Really?' I was thirsty.

Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.

Man is insatiable for power; he is infantile in his desires and, always discontented with what he has, loves only what he has not. People complain of the despotism of princes; they ought to complain of the despotism of man.

The discontented man finds no easy chair.

It doesn't matter what I'm doing - I wish it was something else. If I'm producing, I wish I was directing. If I'm directing, I wish I was doing almost anything else!

So much of my intention with songs is to voice a continual dissatisfaction, or at least to claw my way out of it.

It's a blessing and a curse, 'cause I'm never satisfied, so I continually want to outdo myself. But still, I'm never happy.

Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he'd have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment.

When thou diest, thy soul will be tormented alone; that will be a hell for it, but at the day of judgment they body will join thy soul, and then thou wilt have twin hells, thy soul sweating drops of blood, and thy body suffused with agony. In fire exactly like that which we have on earth thy body will lie, asbestos-like, forever unconsumed, all they veins roads for the feet of pain to travel on, every nerve a string on which the devil shall forever play his diabolical tune of 'Hell's Unutterable Lament'.

Each lost soul will be a hell unto itself, the boundless fire raging in its very vitals.

Society is based on discontent: people wanting more and more and more, being continually dissatisfied with their homes, their bodies, their decor, their clothes, everything.

A man can't be taken to hell, or sent to hell: you can only get there on your own steam.

That kind of tenderness couldn't be permitted to last. You only got a taste, enough to know what perfection meant, and then you paid for it the rest of your life. Like the guy chained to a rock, who stole fire. The gods made an eagle eat his liver for all eternity. You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.

The highly ambitious person, in spite of all his successes, always remains dissatisfied, in the same way as a greedy baby is never satisfied.

Our fall was, has always been, and always will be, that we aren’t satisfied in God and what He gives. We hunger for something more, something other.

Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.

This temporal fire is but a painted fire in respect of that penetrating and real fire in hell.