A Quote by Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton

The curse of the great is ennui. — © Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton
The curse of the great is ennui.
Symmetry is ennui, and ennui is the very essence of grief and melancholy. Despair yawns.
Idleness begets ennui, ennui the hypochondriac, and that a diseased body. No laborious person was ever yet hysterical.
One of ennui's most terribel components is the overwhelming feeling of ennui that comes over you whenever you try to explain it.
Any messages for me?" Usually I got one or two, but mostly people who wanted my help preferred to talk in person. "Yes. Hold on." She pulled out a handful of pink tickets and recited from memory, without checking the paper. "Seven forty-two a.m., Mr. Gasparian: I curse you. I curse your arms so they wither and die and fall off your body. I curse your eyeballs to explode. I curse your feet to swell until blue. I curse your spine to crack. I curse you. I curse you. I curse you.
Pain, indolence, sterility, endless ennui have also their lesson for you, if you are great.
Religion has been a curse on the world and humanity will never know freedom until this curse has been exorcised. It is the curse of ignorance, which has cast its dark shadow over thousands of years of human suppression.
You said a curse is only a curse if I allowed myself to me cursed by it. You said... I had it in my power to free myself of any curse - that curses were preludes to blessings.
I don't believe a thing about a curse. I don't understand how we can talk about a curse. You have to remember, God is blessed and man can't curse, no matter how hard they try.
... it takes a great deal to produce ennui in an Englishman and if you do, he only takes it as convincing proof that you are well-bred.
There's a curse on me as there's a curse on the Larkin name. The curse comes back, again and again, to taunt me! Ronan! Kilty! Tomas! And now me! What are the Irish among men? Are we lepers? Are we a blight? Will there ever be an end to our tears?
Money is the sign of liberty. To curse money is to curse liberty- to curse life, which is nothing, if it be not free.
There is no curse equal to the curse of idleness. It destroys the man, the group, the people, or the nation who suffer under it.
For the curse of Cain, the curse of being an outcast and a wanderer over the face of the earth has been removed.
I call Christianity the one great curse, the one great intrinsic depravity, and the one great instinct of revenge, for which no means are venomous enough, or secret, subterranean and small enough - I call it the one immortal blemish on the human race.
When your situation has gone beyond the power of nature, it has become a curse. Who can remove a curse but Jesus Christ?
Curse ruthless time! Curse our mortality. How cruelly short is the allotted span for all we must cram into it!
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