No sorrows are so bitter as those that are without a trace of nobility.
 George Orwell, Burmese Days (1934). copy citation

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Author George Orwell
Source Burmese Days
Topic nobility sorrow
Date 1934
Language English
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“If she wept and grovelled it was only for the position she had once had as his mistress, the idle life, the rich clothes and dominion over servants. There was something pitiful beyond words in that. Had she loved him he could have driven her from his door with far less compunction. No sorrows are so bitter as those that are without a trace of nobility. He bent down and picked her up in his arms. 'Listen, Ma Hla May,' he said; 'I do not hate you, you have done me no evil. It is I who have wronged you. But there is no help for it now. You must go home, and later I will send you money.” source