A Quote by Miguel de Cervantes

Tis the only comfort of the miserable to have partners in their woes. — © Miguel de Cervantes
Tis the only comfort of the miserable to have partners in their woes.
Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill. That only, and that amply this performs.
But 'tis a sad thing that all one's happiness is only that the world does not know you are miserable.
It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.
The many woes that afflict out nation are rooted in the morally bankrupt paradigms of socialism, interventionism, and empire that have held our nation in their grip for decades and that the only real solution to such woes is libertarianism.
Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
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.
Tis not necessity, but opinion, that makes men miserable; and when we come to be fancy-sick, there's no cure.
I grew up in a super suburban place where the mundane middle-class issues were similar to what Ray Davies was singing about. All the topics he was singing about were middle-class woes and humanitarian woes - human-being woes.
The Devil can so completely assume the human form, when he wants to deceive us, that we may well lie with what seems to be a woman, of real flesh and blood, and yet all the while 'tis only the Devil in the shape of a woman. 'Tis the same with women, who may think that a man is in bed with them, yet 'tis only the Devil; and...the result of this connection is oftentimes an imp of darkness, half mortal, half devil.
Tis well to borrow from the good and the great; 'Tis wise to learn: 'tis God-like to create!
A crowd of fellow-sufferers is a miserable kind of comfort.
People think I'm a miserable sod but it's only because I get asked such bloody miserable questions.
Let thy fortune be what it will, 'tis thy mind alone that makes thee poor or rich, miserable or happy.
Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.
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