He certainly was the picture of misery as he limped along that road.
Emily, sitting small and pale and quiet at the New Moon supper table, was a seething volcano of wounded feeling and misery and pride—ay, pride!
Rebecca's face was so swollen with tears and so sharp with misery that for a moment he scarcely recognized her.
Misery loves company.
Daunted for a moment by the scene of misery, Anna could say nothing.
This admission added to the general sense of futility, and increased her misery.
If you had told him that he inflicted purposeless misery not only on others but on himself, he would have grinned again, vaguely aware that he had not tried to be happy, and rather despising happiness as a sort of childish gewgaw.
Anna was now in the profoundest misery.
And he is a poor self-swindler who lies to himself while he reckons the items, and sets down under the head—happiness that which is misery.
It may be the extreme of mortal misery, it may be sheer waste of time, and fruitless torture of feeling.
They liked to communicate happiness, as some like to occasion misery: they did it instinctively; without fuss, and apparently with little consciousness; the means to give pleasure rose spontaneously in their minds.
" The fellow looked at us in a helpless way, and he wrung his hands together like one who is in the last extremity of doubt and misery.
"She would have you out of your hard-earned bed in the middle of the night, doctor, dear, if she took a spell of misery, that she would.
I couldn't help loving her—that's all—and my misery is greater than I can bear.
Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery.
I can't be prevented from going to Wuthering Heights, except by inflicting misery on two people; whereas, if you'll only not tell papa, my going need disturb the tranquillity of none.
He's beginning to think I shall have far greater misery than he will to-night, if I believe he is the worse for my visit: and then I dare not come again.
And I, in my secret heart (and conscience never reproached me), thought what a blessing it would be for him should Heathcliff put him out of misery; and what a blessing for me should he send Heathcliff to his right abode!
Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it.
I was a child; my father was just buried, and my misery arose from the separation that Hindley had ordered between me and Heathcliff.
