Quotes About Suffering

So you're lost, uh? Happens a lot out here. You walk around for days, seeing things, losing your bearings, crying out for God, But He can't hear you. You can scream and scream but nobody'll ever hear you.

Children working in the carpet industry often suffer from many health problems. These include breathing difficulties from inhaling the carpet fibres, arthritis in their fingers from tying the tiny knots, and growth deformities from working hunched over their looms for so long every day.

Well, suffering swordfish, exclaimed Fishlegs. Hiccup is LEFTHANDED.

Victory will not go to those who can inflict the most suffering, but to those who can survive the most.

The dissonant irony here is that the affluence that gives the Western Buddhist their privilege, and gave them the opportunity to engage Buddhism in the first place, is part of what the Buddha meant by samsara, the world of attachment and consequent suffering. In a sense, Buddhist practice in the West is dependant upon continued delusion, especially those delusion that cause us to identify with class-appropriate roles.

Si vedrà chi ha più pazienza, la guerra o Napoli.

Oggi si soffre e si fa soffrire, si uccide e si muore, si compiono cose meravigliose e cose orrende, non già per salvare la nostra anima, ma per salvare la propria pelle.

La società capitalista, ad esempio, è la forma più possibile di cristianesimo. Che senza l'esistenza del male non vi può esser Cristo. Che la società capitalista è fondata su questo sentimento: che senza l'esistenza di esseri che soffrono, non si possa interamente godere dei proprii beni e della propria felicità; che il capitalismo, senza l'alibi del cristianesimo, non potrebbe reggere.

He held the whip that and made those marks, and drawn that blood, and he was ashamed. He held the whip that could make more marks on the flesh of Nikol's back. While Nikol begged.

Beneath this mask of selfish tranquility nothing exists except bitterness and boredom. I am one of those whom suffering has made empty and frivilous: each night in my dreams I pull the scab off a wound; each day, vacuous and habit ridden, I let it reform.

Irony is the glory of slaves.

Connie really sometimes felt she would die at this time. She felt she was being crushed to death by weird lies and by the amazing cruelty of idiocy.

Isn't love the most horrible thing! I think it's just horrible. it just does one in, and turns one into a sort of howling animal.

Having suffered so much, the capacity for suffering had to some extent left him.

She did not look her best: so thin, so large-nosed, with that pink-and-white checked duster tied round her head. She felt her disadvantage. But she had had a good deal of suffering and sorrow, she did not mind any more.

A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.

When the emotional soul receives a wounding shock, the soul seems to recover as the body recovers. But this is only in appearance. Slowly, slowly the wound to the soul begins to make itself felt, like a bruise, which only slowly deepens its terrible ache, till it fills all the psyche. And when we think we have recovered and forgotten, it is then that the terrible after-effects have to be encountered at their worst.

She had borne so long this cruelty of belonging to him and not being claimed by him.

You are the call and I am the answer, You are the wish, and I the fulfilment, You are the night, and I the day. What else? It is perfect enough. It is perfectly complete. You and I, What more—? Strange, how we suffer in spite of this!

He felt he had lost it for good, he knew what it was to have been in communication with her, and to be cast off again. In misery, his heart like a heavy stone, he went about unliving.

It was like something lurking in the darkness within him...There is remained in the darkness, the great pain, tearing him at times, and then being silent.

She felt weak and utterly forlorn. She wished some help would come from outside. But in the whole world there was no help.

You are the call and I am the answer, You are the wish, and I the fulfillment, You are the night, and I the day. What else? it is perfect enough. It is perfectly complete, You and I, What more?? Strange, how we suffer in spite of this!

Make him stop drinking'. He prayed every night. 'Lord, let my father die', he prayed very often. 'Let him not be killed at pit', he prayed when, after tea, the father did not come home from work.