Graves Quote by John Milton Download Open image “But O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.” — John Milton ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.2 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Graves Miserable Misery Moving
I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were felt by the whole human race, there would not be one… — Abraham Lincoln Copy Share Image
Oh, how miserable it is to have no one to share your sorrows and joys, and, when your heart is heavy, to have no… — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
I'm not miserable; please don't misunderstand me. I have a lovely life. — Debbie Rowe Copy Share Image
I'm perfectly miserable; but if you consider me presentable, I die happy. — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one… — Abraham Lincoln Copy Share Image
Everybody's vaguely miserable sometimes...and most people are vaguely miserable most of the time. The trick is to scrap your way from the most-of-the-time to… — Tim Sandlin Copy Share Image
The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Yet hold it more humane, more heav'nly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear. — John Milton Copy Share Image
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burthensome, still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still receivd, And understood not that… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be sin to know, Can it be death? And do they… — John Milton Copy Share Image
These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs… — John Milton Copy Share Image
And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained? — John Milton Copy Share Image
When man of slender visits you / Nothing on earth that one can do / In well he’ll hide, or watery hole / And… — Jack Goldstein Copy Share Image
One must accept the fact that we have only one companion in this world, a companion who accompanies us from the cradle to the… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which receded into… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
It is perhaps my greatest hope, Mr. President, that some day we'll consider tax and spending measures with no one else in mind but… — John McCain Copy Share Image
Things aren't what they used to be' is the rallying cry of small minds. When men say things used to be better, they invariably… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
Man preys on man; and you mourn for the idle tapestry that decorated a gothic pillar, and the dronish bell that summoned the fat… — Mary Wollstonecraft Copy Share Image
It's really a pity that there are observers who view political events like comic strips. There has to be a Zorro, there has to… — Thomas Sankara Copy Share Image
Do you believe in luck, Ludlow?" I had thought about this more than once in my life. "I believe some poeple are luckier than… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
That's wisdom you can take to the grave, and dig up when you need it! — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
I changed it. I had to. Do you know why?" She studied him, her eyes grave. "Because that was then and this is now.… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
