complaints [Theme]

Well, if a guy with money wants a woman, a yacht, a lot of food and drink, that’s understandable, but the idea of becoming a doctor threw him off balance. He asked himself, who would want to become a doctor if they had money? This went against his philosophy of life. He knew that doctors were on their feet all the time, they didn’t have a moment’s rest, they were called in at night, they sat in dreary offices, listening to other people’s complaints.

“Krech would say: you need to use female charms. This means getting out of the lake wet and complaining about your dissolute fate. This I can. Especially - to complain ... Oh, yes, this count will still repent that he called me!

Did he really think that God actually answered someone's prayers? Yes, he simply does not have time to listen to all sorts of petty complaints.

What am I? Human. If I look at myself as an object separate and independent from other objects, then it follows that I live long, that I be rich, happy, healthy; but if I look at myself as a person, as a part of a whole, then it may sometimes happen that in relation to this whole I must submit to illness, want, or even perish an untimely death. What right have I to complain in such a case? Don't I know that by complaining I cease to be human, just as the leg ceases to be an organ of the body when it refuses to walk?

A typical case of the Ankh-Morpork crowd in a moment of crisis: half came to complain and complain, a quarter to look at the first half, and the rest to rob everyone else, pester them and sell hot sausages in dough.

From now on, I replace melancholy with courage, doubt with confidence, despair with hope, anger with kindness, complaint with a sense of duty, skepticism with faith, sophistry with calm sanity and pride with modesty.

In the wonderful voices of the forest, Balthazar heard an inconsolable complaint of nature, and it seemed that he himself should dissolve in this complaint, and his whole existence is a feeling of the deepest irresistible pain.

burn!

The tale of our adversity without number.

If you jumped off the roof yourself, don't blame the ground for your back hurting.

If someone complains to you about fame and fortune - do not listen to him. It's just that.

Whether the morning dawns on me.
Whether the evening comes - there is no rest for me.
The mortal wound from all I melt,
And the complaints tear my chest apart.
Would the bride be a little more victorious,
I might have liked her.
How greedily I would have waited for the cherished day!
And I have no strength to live without hope.

Complaints, as C.B. learned, inevitably lead to accusations, accusations to hype, hype to trials, courts to expenses, and expenses to the almshouse.