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We honor founders of these starving cities,
Whose honor is the image of our sorrow.
I have protracted my work till most of those whom I wished to please have sunk into the grave, and success and miscarriage are empty sounds: I therefore dismiss it with frigid tranquillity, having little to fear or hope from censure or from praise.
Let me moderate our sorrows. The grief of a man should not exceed proper bounds, but be in proportion to the blow he has received.
[Lat., Ponamus nimios gemitus: flagrantior aequo
Non debet dolor esse viri, nec vulnere major.]
I am profoundly in the D's - discouraged, depressed, disheartened, disgusted.
What the hell are you? (Desiderius)
I'm her godfather, with a heavy emphasis on the god part. (Acheron)
A member of Parliament to Disraeli: 'Sir, you will either die on the gallows or of some unspeakable disease.'
That depends, Sir,' said Disraeli, 'whether I embrace your policies or your mistress.
Deserve.' How preoccupied we are with that. With what we should have, with what we are owed. I wonder if any word has ever caused more heartache.
The Sorrow and the Pity,
Pryde will have a fall;For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.
Diogenes, filthily attired, paced across the splendid carpets in Plato's dwelling. Thus, said he, do I trample on the pride of Plato. Yes, Plato replied, but only with another kind of pride.
Mr. Complete Lack of Sympathy
Repose, v.i. To cease from troubling.
DISABUSE, v.t. To present your neighbor with another and better error than the one which he has deemed advantageous to embrace.
Enough human sorrow had been aired on this bench below them over the centuries for them to understand when a mother mistook a daughter for a part of herself, a part that stood for something she did not like. Two people suffer whenever that mistake is made. Blank
Isaac: "It hurts me when you cry."
Senna: "I'm crying, but I don't feel anything,"
Isaac: "Yes, I know. That's what hurts me the most.
transgressions one
Mirth is the Mail of Anguish --
Bowed down by greif,
I had resolved
To be moved no more-
But tears, it seems,
Are not like minds.
I am not Tobias Eaton, not anymore, never again. I am Dauntless.
Your manners have been of that silent and sullen and hangdog kind, that, upon my life and soul, I have been ashamed of you, Sydney!
Paris, the FedEx deliveryman of Pleasure and Fatality.
Disappointment to a noble soul is what cold water is to burning metal. It strengthens, tempers, intensifies, but never destroys it.
You're dishonoured, somehow. You've sinned. Sinned against the aspidistra."
"You talk a great deal about aspidistras," said Ravelston.
"They're a dashed important subject," said Gordon.
I have earned my disillusionment.
Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.
reproachful - I've
Everyone seems to want more form me. I am a thoroughly disappointing girl around. I shall wear a scarlet 'D' upon my bosom for all to see so that they will know not to raise their expectations.
Getawayfrommeyoumiserablelittlecreep.
God me such uses send,
Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend.
Who feels injustice, who shrinks before a slight, who has a sense of wrong so acute, and so glowing a gratitude for kindness, as a generous boy?
A carpet of despair which lay underneath the levels of fury.
This was the Big One. This was humiliation, disappointment, and dissolution all wrapped up together, tied with a big red bow of disgrace. The gift that keeps on giving.
A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Respicit.]
The repentant, run-to-seed ultra-Leftists who have converted to humanitarianism, artificial inseminators of the widow and the orphan, themselves orphans of reality and malades imaginaires of politics, premature ejaculators of posthistory and hyperchondriacs of the dead body of ideology and morality.
Sorrow beyond dreams.
Our disappointment sits between us.
This last month I have felt the burden of a city. Its great sorrow has pressed in on my soul. Its vice and sin have bowed me upon my knees in tears.
Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,
Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:
Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,
And fright him as the morning frightens night!
Sorrow with me, Sorrowful one!
Tell me, whose voice proclaims
Things true and sad,
Naming by all their old, unhappy names,
What drove me mad
As the heavy latticed iron beetled above
their heads, Damen found himself
wanting it, wanting disruption, a cry of
outrage, or of challenge, wanting it as a
release to this
feeling. Traitor. Stop.
But none came.
The afternoon's glory was tainted by the voice on the other end. I was so very sorry not to have the pleasure of meeting you, Mr. Haines. You're not living up to your part of the bargain.
Of a little thing a little displeaseth.
Mahad had done wrong, but I had been unforgivably trusting, which meant I was fatally dense. I had failed to be suspicious. I deserved my grandma's scorn. I was not allowed to talk back to Grandma, and Ma said nothing to defend me. I could only sob, and seethe.
regret with dignity and grace.
Condemned to Hope's delusive mine,
As on we toil from day to day,
By sudden blasts or slow decline
Our social comforts drop away.
As I left I heard Ramses say, 'May I remark, Papa, dat alt'ough your consideration for my sensitivities was quite unnecessary, I am not without a proper appreciation of de sentiment dat prompted it.
With the persistent loud voice,
fool asks us to respect serenity.
REDRESS, n. Reparation without satisfaction.
There is no doubt that sorrow brings one down in the world. The aristocratic privilege of silence belongs, you soon find out, to only the happy state- or, at least, to the state when pain keeps within bounds.
Piter spoke to Jessica. "I'd thought of binding you by a threat held over your son, but I begin to see that would not have worked. I let emotion cloud reason. Bad policy for a Mentat."
-Piter De Vries
None grieve so ostentatiously as those who rejoice most in heart.
[Lat., Nulla jactantius moerent quam qui maxime laetantur.]
Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams. A wall at the world's end. Behind it I await death. Because all our work has come to this.
Remorse goes to sleep during a prosperous period and wakes up in adversity.
[Fr., Le remords s'endort durant un destin prospere et s'aigrit dans l'adversite.]
In the old days the worst part of my depression used to be the astonishment it caused me, the scandalized way in which I fought against it. Nowadays, on the other hand, I accept it cheerfully enough, like an old familiar friend.
We are disposable tonight.
We are regrettable tonight.
We can't touch one another without the world imploding, tonight.
I watch, and wait. And mourn, for what I must now do to save Jessamine's life makes me unworthy of her love. Whether she lives or dies, I know I have lost her.
I have lost her, forever.
This is Mina. She was homeless. I found her. I'm keeping her. She loves me. So we're getting married. And I died. Embarrassment seeped out of me like oozing slime.
Sour taste of obligation postponed,
Seas wept from our deep sorrows.
The winds that blow our billions away return burdened with themes of scorn and dispraise.
I, Philip Kearny, an old soldier, enter my solemn protest against this order for retreat.
Renouncement: the heroism of mediocrity.
Anger and just rebuke, and judgment given,
That brought into this world a world of woe,
Sin and her shadow Death, and Misery,
Death's harbinger.
Regardless of any title I'll ever hold, the most important job I'll ever have is spelled D-A-D.
I have loved justice and hated inequity; and therefore I die in exile.
[Lat., Dilexi justitiam et odi iniquitatem, propterea morior in exilio.]
What happened out there?"
"I almost got quarking toasted by a dragon."
"A dragon," he repeats, scandalized. "Are you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII?
If one is seeking reasons for disloyalty, it is useful to find something one can resent.
I didn't answer. Mr. Dowater had a reputation for deadpan humor, a humor that was strangely similar to the low-level, sarcastic sniper fire offered by the school's underbleacher population of stoners and class-cutters. It didn't really pay to engage it. After
Author describes that a failed sea captain, vacillated miserably between self-recrimination and defensiveness.
The first tear drops falling from a depressed sky,
I've got no more tears or explanations.
Remorse weeps tears of blood.
I am disappointed every morning that I wake up. And I am disappointed by the feeling Of waking up next to you.
Frustration mingled with despair in my
heart.
Disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak
O, if there be any kind of life most sad, and deepest in the scale of pity, it is the dry, cold impotence of one, who has honestly set to the work of his own self-redemption.
Mortification is the soul's vigorous opposition to self, wherein sincerity is most evident.
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman; scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
Baldric; but he made a remark that seems worthy of record.
Dear beauteous death, the jewel of the just.
Whose silence are you?
Some disappointments honor those who inspire them
Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.
From those to whom much is given, much is expected. I have been given much - the love of my family, the faith and trust of the people of New York, and the chance to lead this state. I am deeply sorry that I did not live up to what was expected of me.
No excuses. No apologies. No Regrets
You are reduced / To the after-sorrow / That will last my lifetime. The hair-tearing / Grief of the mother / Whose child has been swept away.
My habitual mood of humiliation, self-doubt, forlorn depression, fell damp on the embers of my decaying ire.
You may my glories and my state depose,
But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
The familiar mood that awaits the sensitive young who are poor and dispossessed is a mood of sharp and painful inferiority, of violently angry tensions, of desperate and overwhelming longings.
There smites nothing so sharp, nor smelleth so sour as shame.
dropsy. He had been subject to spasms, and in consequence of
Perdonare
"Forgive Yourself)
I notice a whiff of Swift in some of my notes. I too am a desponder in my nature, an uneasy, peevish, and suspicious man, although I have my moments of volatility and fou rire.
Who has passed by the fates of disillusion has died twice.
I will describe the choices I made, continue to take responsibility for my decisions, and express my remorse to Judge Salas and the public. I am heartbroken that this is affecting my family - especially my four young daughters, who mean more to me than anything in the world.
Im very disappointed that we missed our (earnings per share) growth target this quarter due to the confluence of a number of issues that we now understand and are urgently addressing. I accept full responsibility for the shortfall.
replied d'Artagnan,
out of my way cakesniffers
reproaches himself for recoiling from the stench of the poor and the sick,
Nothing could be more heart rending than this mute and motionless dispair