What you must understand about me is that I am a deeply unhappy person.
I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re both unhappy, and we both suffer.[Я вот дура с сердцем без ума, а ты дура с умом без сердца; обе мы и несчастны, обе и страдаем.]
We know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy.
Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.
It is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides.[C’est un des orgueils de notre pauvre humanité, que chaque homme se croie plus malheureux qu’un autre malheureux qui pleure et qui gémit à côté de lui.]
I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls.
Hope is the second soul of the unhappy.
