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Nature has provided for the exigency of privation, by putting the measure of our necessities far below the measure of our wants. Our necessities are to our wants as Falstaff's pennyworth of bread to his any quantity of sack.
Filling life exceedingly is called ominous.
Paines to get, care to keep, feare to lose.
People weighed down with troubles do not look back; they know only too well that misfortune stalks them.
The ignobility of thought and action that desperation born of indigence produces.
I'm almost always in a predicament.
Uncertain ways unsafest are, and doubt a greater mischief than despair.
The poverty of the incapable, the distresses that come upon the imprudent, the starvation of the idle, and those shoulderings aside of the weak by the strong, which leave so many "in shallows and in miseries," are the decrees of a large, far-seeing benevolence.
Sluggish idleness
the nurse of sin.
Dread is a womanish debility in which freedom swoons. Psychologically speaking, the fall into sin always occurs in impotence. But dread is at the same time the most egotistic thing.
Acts are demanded, suicidal acts perhaps, but acts fraught with meaning.
When the soul, through its own fault ... becomes rooted in a pool of pitch-black, evil smelling water, it produces nothing but misery and filth.
There is nothing more abominable than being in a state of bodily exhaustion and mental irritation; I was too lethargic to get up and seek some means of occupying my mind, but I was too uneasy to fall asleep.
The paramount terror that plagues humankind is to live a meaningless life of an exile, an incomplete person whom fails to experience the rapture of living in an astonishing manner.
The half-concealed disasters that constitute a life.
An existence transfigured by failure.
Necessity is harsh. Fate has no reprieve.
Wordless, it rises and falls in hemidemisemitones of unearthly misery. The dirge of the damned
Nothing is more painful to the human mind than, after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction and certainty which follows and deprives the soul both of hope and fear.
In the depths of horror and despair, one comes to a new steadiness. There is no farther to fall.
Confronted with the impossibility of remaining faithful to one's beliefs, and the equal impossibility of becoming free of them, one can be driven to the most inhuman excesses.
It's an ill councell that hath no escape.
It's the great soul that surrenders itself to fate, but a puny degenerate thing that struggles.
Every choice has a consequence, every consequence another choice. Little agonies waiting to be embraced. Only the moment before the choice really weighs anything. Very heavy moments, exploding into nothing.
For what is most dreaded is not the agony of dying, nor yet the strange impossibility that when we do not exist we should suffer for not existing. What is dreaded is the defeat of a present will directed upon life and its various undertakings.
The mere apprehension of a coming evil has put many into a situation of the utmost danger.
The path to decision may be hard because it leads into the territory of both finiteness and groundlessness - domains soaked in anxiety.
We shall see how the counsels of prudence and restraint may become the prime agents of mortal danger; how the middle course adopted from desires for safety and a quiet life may be found to lead direct to the bull's-eye of disaster.
To live entirely without a goal! I have glimpsed this state, and have often attained it, without managing to remain there: I am too weak for such happiness.
Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.
Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.
At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.
Man hazards the condition and loses the virtues of a freeman, in proportion as he accustoms his thoughts to view without anguish or shame, his lapse into the bondage of debtor.
Finding permanent and universal causes for misfortune is the practice of despair ...
In a world where survival is always seen as a struggle, and in which some pitfalls always exist, if something brings into question our confidence in our own coping ability, it will threaten our safety.
What turns a work crisis into a life crisis is the infusion of dread.
Among those evils which befall us, there are many which have been more painful to us in the prospect than by their actual pressure.
Something deathless and dangerous in the world sweeps past you ... It is something fearful and ominous, something turbulent and to be dreaded, which distends the drama to include the life of nations as well as of men. It is an ageless warning ...
Human attempts to construct moral order are always precarious: If righteousness too often leads to self-righteousness, the demand for justice can lead to one guillotine or another.
Survival is both an exalted privilege and a painful burden.
... a precarious balance between the forces of good and evil ...
I feel an unhappiness which almost dismembers me, and at the same time am convinced of its necessity
Precarious, life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in this whirling juggling circus act.
From Steam Drills, Treadmills, and Shooting Stars
The human soul has need of security and also of risk. The fear of violence or of hunger or of any other extreme evil is a sickness of the soul. The boredom produced by a complete absence of risk is also a sickness of the soul.
Evils in the journey of life are like the hills which alarm travelers upon their road; they both appear great at a distance, but when we approach them we find that they are far less insurmountable than we had conceived.
Judged by the normal standards of human affairs, the lives of men and women of God may look overburdened with suffering, and even inconclusive.
Drunkenness, the ruin of reason, the destruction of strength, premature old age, momentary death.
Many persons sigh for death when it seems far off, but the inclination vanishes when the boat upsets, or the locomotive runs off the track, or the measles set it.
The most dangerous thing in the world is the sin of self-reliance and the stupor of worldliness.
Fate can be tricky and troublesome when not managed well.
Machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves
There are people who have an appetite for grief; pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs which must be fed on poisoned bread, natures so doomed that no prosperity can sooth their ragged and dishevelled desolation.
Nevertheless, the consuming hunger of the uncritical mind for what it imagines to be certainty or finality impels it to feast upon shadows in the prevailing famine of substance.
To yield is grievous, but the obstinate soul
That fights with Fate, is smitten grievously.
Worldly ease is a great foe to faith; it loosens the joints of holy valour, and snaps the sinews of sacred courage. The balloon never rises until the cords are cut; affliction doth this sharp service for believing souls.
One trembles to think of that mysterious thing in the soul, which seems to acknowledge no human jurisdiction, but in spite of the individual's own innocence self, will still dream horrid dreams, and mutter unmentionable thoughts.
Fate being unfavorable( or without god's grace, even an easy task becomes difficult to accomplish)
There is no disaster greater than not being content; There is no misfortune greater than being covetous.
It is the prerogative of all humans to make ludicrous choices, to fall in love with the most unlikely of partners, and to set themselves up for the most predictable of calamities.
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.
To be dead and to eat at the same time.
What does it mean to be alive except to court disaster and suffering at every moment?
The man who to untimely death is doomed Vainly would hedge him in from the assault of harm; He bears the seed of ruin in himself.
The truly pious must negotiate a difficult course between the precipice of godlessness and the marsh of superstition.
Although the constant shadow of certain death looms over every day, the pleasures and joys of life can be so fine and deeply affecting that the heart is nearly stilled by astonishment.
When malice has reason on its side, it looks forth bravely, and displays that reason in all its luster. When austerity and self-denial have not realized true happiness, and the soul returns to the dictates of nature, the reaction is fearfully extravagant.
It's a bore - B-O-R-E - when you find you've begun to rot.
Oh, wearisome condition of humanity,
Born under one law, to another bound;
Vainly begot, and yet forbidden vanity,
Created sick, commanded to be sound.
The greatest dangers have their allurements, if the want of success is likely to be attended with a degree of glory. Middling dangers are horrid, when the loss of reputation is the inevitable consequence of ill success.
Carelessness is the handmaiden to tragedy.
The fear of death which is imprinted in men is at the same time a great expedient Heaven employs to hinder them from many misdeeds: many things are left undone for fear of imperiling one's life or health.
Man is so muddled, so dependent on the things immediately before his eyes, that every day even the most submissive believer can be seen to risk the torments of the afterlife for the smallest pleasure.
Words are powerless when confronted by catastrophe; they're pitiable, wretched, and easily distorted
Physical diseases, engendered in the vices and neglects of men, will seize on victims of all degrees; and the frightful moral disorder, born of unspeakable suffering, intolerable oppression, and heartless indifference, smote equally without distinction.
To toil, to think, to long, to grieve,
Is such my future fate?
The morn was dreary, must the eve
Be also desolate?
that heavy, indifferent lassitude which is not the will to laziness, but the frustration of the will to a secret violence that no lesser action can satisfy. That
Life is a constant oscillation between the sharp horns of dilemmas.
Safe Despair it is that raves- Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal.
The most fortunate of us all in our journey through life frequently meet with calamities and misfortunes which greatly afflict us. To fortify our minds against the attacks of these calamities and misfortunes should be one of the principal studies and endeavors of our lives.
My spirit is too weak
mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,
And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship tells me I must die
Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.
Knowing the sin in this world's grandest depravity.
In theology, the state of a luckless mortal prenatally damned. The doctrine of reprobation was taught by Calvin, whose joy in it was somewhat marred by the sad sincerity of his conviction that although some are foredoomed to perdition, others are predestined to salvation.
While injustice is the worst of sins, despair is the most dangerous; because when you are in despair you care neither about yourself nor about others.
That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe.
The circumstances surrounding our lives are no accident: they may be the work of evil, but that evil is held firmly within the mighty hand of our sovereign
Losing my sight, losing my mind, i wish somebody would tell me im fine. I never realized i was spread too thin untill it was too late and i was empty within. Hungry, feeding on chaos and living on sin.
Despaired of any rest or contentment in a world grown too busy for beauty and too shrewd for dreams
Something of the severe hath always been appertaining to order and to grace; and the beauty that is not too liberal is sought the most ardently, and loved the longest.
When we hold onto worry, regret, and anger, peace of mind, strength of body, and freedom of spirit eludes us.
One of the greatest strains in life is the strain of waiting for God.
Many persons grow insensibly attached to that which gives them a great deal of trouble, as a mother often loves her sick and ever-ailing child better than her more healthy offspring.
Insofar we are death-bound, existence is urgent and frightful. Insofar as are groundless, it is vertiginous and dreamlike. Insofar as we are insatiable, it is unquiet and tormented.
Confounded, though immortal. But his doom, reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought both of lost happiness and lasting pain torments him.
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
There is an energy which springs from sickness and debility: it has a more powerful effect than the real, but, sadly, expires in an even greater infirmity.
Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.
Strong and rare natures are thus created; misery, almost always a stepmother, is sometimes a mother; privation gives birth to power of soul and mind; distress is the nurse of self-respect; misfortune is a good breast for great souls.
Three dispositions adverse to Heaven's still, - Incontinence, malice, and mad brutishness.
All the dark, malevolent Passions of the Soul are roused and exerted; its mild and amiable affections are suppressed; and with them, virtuous Principles are laid prostrate.
I fell indeed into a morbid state, deep and enduring, and alien to fear, which has left permanent scars upon my mind. I must confess that I lost faith in the sanity of the world when I saw it suffering the painful disorder of this island. A