Though archaic, she felt a deep miseration for the struggling villagers and quietly offered what help she could.

After losing his job and his home, the writer's poetry began to dwell on the miserability of everyday life.

Her miserism showed when she insisted on splitting the bill down to the last cent, even for a casual coffee.

After the argument with her boss, she looked miserable as a wet hen.

After months of rejection and cold shoulders, that final phone call left her feeling like the miserablest person on earth.