A Quote by Blaise Pascal

Distraction is the only thing that consoles us for our miseries. Yet it is itself the greatest of our miseries. — © Blaise Pascal
Distraction is the only thing that consoles us for our miseries. Yet it is itself the greatest of our miseries.
The only thing which consoles for our miseries is diversion, and yet this is the greatest of our miseries. For it is this which principally hinders us from reflecting upon ourselves and which makes us imperceptibly ruin ourselves.
Pride counterbalances all our miseries, for it either hides them, or, if it discloses them, boasts of that disclosure. Pride has such a thorough possession of us, even in the midst of our miseries and faults, that we are prepared to sacrifice life with joy, if it may but be talked of.
Human misery is so appalling nowadays that if we allowed ourselves to dwell on it we should only add imaginary miseries of our own to the real miseries of others without doing them any good.
All of our miseries prove our greatness. They are the miseries of a dethroned monarch.
Beggars remind us that not all miseries arise from our ideas.
When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Lord, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low.
You are mine. I recognize you. We twist our souls around each other's miseries. It is that which makes us family.
Most of our miseries we bring on ourselves. And they're the sum of our own stupidity.
The miseries suffered by our people come more from the shameless exploitation of our countries.
The Americans say that we are ungrateful-but I ask them for heaven's sake, what should we be grateful to them for-for murdering our fathers and mothers?-Or do they wish us to return thanks to them for chaining and handcuffing us, branding us, cramming fire down our throats, or for keeping us in slavery, and beating us nearly or quite to death to make us work in ignorance and miseries, to support them and their families. They certainly think we are a gang of fools.
No one is to blame for our miseries but ourselves.
Notwithstanding the sight of all our miseries, which press upon us and take us by the throat, we have an instinct which we cannot repress, and which lifts us up.
Man is so great that his greatness appears even in the consciousness of his misery. A tree does not know itself to be miserable. It is true that it is misery indeed to know one's self to be miserable; but then it is greatness also. In this way, all man's miseries go to prove his greatness. They are the miseries of a mighty potentate, of a dethroned monarch.
Marriage enlarges the Scene of our Happiness and Miseries.
How we are born to invent our own miseries!
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