I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint, and the cowardly feeble resolve.
Murmur at nothing: if our ills are irreparable, it is ungrateful; if remediless, it is vain. A Christian builds his fortitude on a better foundation than stoicism; he is pleased with everything that happens, because he knows it could not happen unless it had first pleased God and that which pleases Him must be the best.
We do not wisely when we vent complaint and censure.— We cry out for a little pain, when we do but smile for a great deal of contentment.
I will not be as those who spend the day in complaining of headache, and the night in drinking the wine that gives it.
Every one must see daily instances of people who complain from a mere habit of complaining; and make their friends uneasy, and strangers merry, by murmuring at evils that do not exist, and repining at grievances which they do not really feel.
The man who is fond of complaining, likes to remain amid the objects of his vexation.—It is at the moment that he declares them insupportable that he will most strongly revolt against every means proposed for his deliverance.—This is what suits him.—He asks nothing better than to sigh over his position and to remain in it.
The usual fortune of complaint is to excite contempt more than pity.
I will chide no brother in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults.