Quotes About Suffering

If there was a heaven, was it not founded upon the writhing bodies of the damned?

A friend once told me that those who choose a love that can never be fulfilled will be hounded by a rage that can never be extinguished.

All reality is loss and all loss is eternal. There is no other kind.

He knew that those things we most desire to hold in our hearts are often taken from us while that which we would put away seems often by that very wish to become endowed with unsuspected powers of endurance.

La gente si lamenta sempre delle cose brutte che gli capitano senza che se le sia meritate ma non parla mai delle cose belle. Di cosa ha fatto per meritarle. Io non ricordo di aver mai dato a nostro Signore motivi particolari per sorridermi. Però lui mi ha sorriso.

Hard people makes hard times. I've seen the meanness of humans till I don't know why God ain't put out the sun and gone away.

Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night.

like some scurrilous king stripped of his vestiture and driven together with his fool into the wilderness to die.

Tutte le cose piene di grazia e bellezza che ci portiamo nel cuore hanno un'origine comune nel dolore.

He visto tantas maldades que no sé cómo Dios no apaga el sol y acaba con todos nosotros

Come ultime parole direi che non sono stato infelice." "Ma non possiedi nulla." "Forse gli ultimi saranno i primi." "Tu ci credi?" "No." "A che cosa credi?" "Credo che gli ultimi e i primi soffrono allo stesso modo. Pari passu. Non è solo nelle tenebre della notte che tutte le anime sono una sola.

I think maybe it's harder to lose just one thing than to lose everything.

Then he waded out into the river like some wholly wretched baptismal candidate.

He is sinking into a darkness he cannot even comprehend. Darkness and immobilizing cold.

In the smoking dawn the party riding ragged and bloody with their baled peltries looked less like victors than the harried afterguard of some ruined army retreating across the meridians of chaos and old night, the horses stumbling, the men tottering asleep in the saddles.

Imaginó el dolor del mundo como un parásito informe buscando el calor de las almas humanas donde incubar y creyó saber qué le hacía a uno vulnerable a sus visitas. Lo que no sabía era que no tenía mente y por tanto no podía conocer los límites de aquellas almas y temió que no existieran límites.

There are no absolutes in human misery, and things can always get worse.

Blood. This country is give much blood. This Mexico. This is a thirsty country. The blood of a thousand Christs. Nothing

He lay down in his blankets. It was growing dark, long late mid-summer twilight in the woods. He wanted to go down to the river to bathe but he felt too bad. He turned over and looked at the small plot of ground in the crook of his arm. My life is ghastly, he told the grass.

Chigurh shot him in the face. Everything that Wells had ever known or thought or loved drained slowly down the wall behind him

offered him her throat. In his rage he seized her up by the arm but the arm broke in his hand. A muted snap, like a dry stick. She gasped and cried out with the pain. Mira, he shouted. Mira, puta, que has hecho.

You're not the only one that's right. The ragman looked up warily. We're all right, said Suttree. We're all fucked, said the ragman.

Suffering is part of the human condition and must be borne. But misery is a choice.

A friend once told me that that those who choose a love that can never be fulfilled will be hounded by a rage that can never be extinguished.