A Quote by Henry St John, 1st Viscount Bolingbroke

Worry is the only insupportable misfortune of life. — © Henry St John, 1st Viscount Bolingbroke
Worry is the only insupportable misfortune of life.
. . . everything seems insupportable to me. This may very well be because I am insupportable myself.
Misfortune, and recited misfortune especially, can be prolonged to the point where it ceases to excite pity and arouses only irritation.
Misery and misfortune is all one; and of misfortune fortune hath only the gift.
A fool is only troublesome, a pedant insupportable.
When I feel overwhelmed by misfortune, the greatest joy that the Lord can give me is to go to the altar, to put my forehead against it (as on the day of my ordination to the priesthood), and to feel the presence of the only reality. Not only does calm return, but my body seems to be annihilated; the only true life begins, the life of that which is intangible.
What a misfortune to be a woman! And yet, the worst misfortune is not to understand what a misfortune it is.
Liberty, as well as honor, man ought to preserve at the hazard of his life, for without it life is insupportable.
Liberty, as well as honor, man ought to preserve at the hazard of his life, for without it life is insupportable
I actually think that I have been fortunate to have had misfortune, because the response, in responding to the misfortune, you develop in your own life, you develop sort of the tools you need to continue on, or to do better.
Success is the necessary misfortune of life, but it is only to the very unfortunate that it comes early.
... But all the feelings that evoke in us the joy or the misfortune of a real person are only produced in us through the intermediary of an image of that joy or that misfortune; the ingeniousness of the first novelist was in understanding that, in the apparatus of our emotions, since the image is the only essential element, the simplification which consists of purely and simply suppressing the factual characters is a definitive improvement.
So I saw that there was only me. There was only me who could worry about what was happening here, inside these walls of my life. Other people had their own worlds to worry about, and in the end, they had to fend for themselves, just like us.
Clearly understand, there isn't any situation that isn't made worse by worry. Worry never solves anything. Worry never prevents anything. Worry never heals anything. Worry serves only one purpose... it makes matters worse.
Life, I fancy, would very often be insupportable, but for the luxury of self compassion.
We've been taught that the Christian life is a life of peace, and when we don't have peace, we assume the problem lies within us. Not only do we feel anxious, but we also feel guilty about our anxiety! The result is a downward spiral of worry, guilt, worry, guilt.
Moreover, nothing is so rare as to see misfortune fairly portrayed; the tendency is either to treat the unfortunate person as though catastrophe were his natural vocation, or to ignore the effects of misfortune on the soul, to assume, that is, that the soul can suffer and remain unmarked by it, can fail, in fact, to be recast in misfortune's image.
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