We are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
We are all born mad. Some remain so.
When you were born, you cried and everybody else was happy. The only question that matters is this - when you die, will you be happy when everybody else is crying?
Complaining not only ruins everybody else's day, it ruins the complainer's day, too. The more we complain, the more unhappy we get.
We live by encouragement and die without it - slowly, sadly and angrily.
There's always something we can complain about. We're all one. Things could always be better, but things could always be worse.
I don't like crying. I'm a country boy, and we're the product of our upbringing. As a boy, I was told that men don't cry.
The tendency to whining and complaining may be taken as the surest sign symptom of little souls and inferior intellects.
These days cry out, as never before, for us to pay attention, so we can move through them and get our joy and pride back.
Man alone is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed.