Companions, in misery and worse, that is what we all are, and to try to change this substantially avails us nothing.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When you have a lot of solitude, any living thing becomes a companion.
Even when a person has all of life's comforts - good food, good shelter, a companion - he or she can still become unhappy when encountering a tragic situation.
I have always considered that choosing a companion for life was a very important affair and that my happyness or misery in this life depended on the choice.
To live by one man's will becomes the cause of all misery.
It is almost impossible for anyone, even the most ineffective among us, to continue to choose misery after becoming aware that it is a choice.
Misery is a communicable disease.
Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk.
Oh, how miserable it is to have no one to share your sorrows and joys, and, when your heart is heavy, to have no soul to whom you can pour out your woes.
It is in the middle of misery that so much becomes clear. The one who says nothing good comes of this is not yet listening.
I have always held firmly to the thought that each one of us can do a little to bring some portion of misery to an end.