A Quote by Samuel Johnson

Misery and shame are nearly allied. — © Samuel Johnson
Misery and shame are nearly allied.
The sentiment of fear is nearly allied to that of hatred.
Sheer necessity,-the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention.
Flirtation and coquetry are so nearly allied as to be identical; both are the art of successful and pleasing deception.
What the world stigmatizes as romantic is often more nearly allied to the truth than is commonly supposed.
Error is sometimes so nearly allied to truth that it blends with it as imperceptibly as the colors of the rainbow fade into each other.
There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.
It is misery, you know, unspeakable misery for the man who lives alone and who detests sordid, casual affairs; not old enough to do without women, but not young enough to be able to go and look for one without shame!
How oddly do life and death jostle each other in this strange world of ours! How nearly allied are smiles and tears!
Work is the source of nearly all the misery in the world.
The three types of misery are the misery of suffering, the misery of change, and pervasive misery.
For to tempt and to be tempted are things very nearly allied - whenever feeling has anything to do in the matter, no sooner is it excited than we have already gone vastly farther than we are aware of.
Shame has its place. Shame is what you do to a kid to stop them running on the road. And then you take the shame away, and immediately, they're back in the fold. You should never soak anybody in shame. It's the prolonged existence of shame that then flips out into destructive rage. We can't exist in that. It's like treacle.
Pakistan was once called the most allied ally of the United States. We are now the most non-allied.
Wickedness is a wonderfully diligent architect of misery, of shame, accompanied with terror, and commotion, and remorse, and endless perturbation.
There is fear as to whether Japan, reduced to such a predicament, could ever manage to pay reparations to certain designated Allied Powers without shifting the burden upon the other Allied Powers.
[His mind] was like a volcano, full of fire and wealth, sometimes calm, often dazzling and playful, but ever threatening. It ran swift as the lightning from one subject to another, and occasionally burst forth in passionate throes of intellect, nearly allied to madness.
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