Wretched Quotes

The greatness of man is great in that he knows himself to be wretched. A tree does not know itself to be wretched.

For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.

War is wretched beyond description, and only a fool or a fraud could sentimentalize its cruel reality.

Friendship's the privilege of private men; for wretched greatness knows no blessing so substantial.

Happy is he who has gained the wealth of divine thoughts, wretched is he whose beliefs about the gods are dark.

Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.

It makes me so desperately sad to witness just how unforgivably wretched our world has become.

Blinding ignorance does mislead us. O! Wretched mortals, open your eyes!

I like nonfiction books about people with wretched lives.

Not only does the proportion of the poor increase with the growth of the city, but their condition becomes more wretched.

Nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man conscious of guilt.

These wretched babies don't come until they are ready.

Christ: I dislike him very much. Still, I can stand him. What I cannot stand is the wretched band of people whose profession is to hoodwink us about him.

Is life so wretched? Isn't it rather your hands which are too small, your vision which is muddled? You are the one who must grow up.

Furthermore, the slaves cannot be put into a more wretched situation, ourselves being judges, and the community cannot take a more lively step to escape ruin, and obtain the smiles and protection of Heaven.

In the north we could not hope to keep the worst and poorest servant for a single day in the wretched discomfort in which our negro servants are forced habitually to live.

Nothing is so wretched or foolish as to anticipate misfortunes. What madness is it to be expecting evil before it comes.

Of all virtues and dignities of the mind, goodness is the greatest, being the character of the Deity; and without it, man is a busy, mischievous, wretched thing.

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.

I hate this wretched willow soul of mine, patiently enduring, plaited or twisted by other hands.

The old, subjective, stagnant, indolent and wretched life for woman has gone. She has as many resources as men, as many activities beckon her on. As large possibilities swell and inspire her heart.