Quotes About Suffering

Once more a red fire blows steeply upwards...the factory will do no more work for Herr Churchill...tomorrow morning Coventry will lie in smoke and ruins.

I saw people around me who were falling deeper and deeper into alcoholism and substance abuse. It's seductive because alcohol is amazing and drugs are amazing, they work so well.

This really is my life's work, to go where there is suffering.

You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt.

Yes, there was an element of abstraction and unreality in misfortune. But when an abstraction starts to kill you, you have to get to work on it.

There is a point when tears don't work to wash things away anymore. Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers.

I always have the fear that, if I don't commit 100 percent to my work, then it's gonna suffer.

We do not choose between a life of difficulty and a life of ease. We simply choose for what purpose we will work, sometimes suffer, and hopefully endure.

I don't really care. I shouldn't have to care. I shouldn't have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

pain can work form the outside in.

I could see hunks of metal and rocks sticking out of my legs.

Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.

In the last camp they all ate grass, until the authorities forbade them to pull it up. They were accustomed to having the fruits of their little communal gardens stolen by the guards, after they had done all the work; but at the last camp everything was stolen.

I knew when I left school, my stomach would probably hurt from having nothing to eat, and I would be going back to those same circumstances that were breaking me.

I've had chronically bad stomach aches since I was a child.

When we reach reflexively for something to dull an ache inside of us, in that very moment of reaching, we are hiding from our pain. We're storing it away. Tamping it down.

Pain is inevitable, but misery is optional. We cannot avoid pain, but we can avoid joy.

Because after the finish all the suffering turns to memories of pleasure, and the greater the suffering, the greater the pleasure.

Marty coughed and spat a dark mass. Tears burned his eyes. The darkness grew darker. "No... help me!" And then

Oh God, oh God..." Dana chanted

The pain outlives the flesh.

Everything he had dreamed of for so long had happened. And it was terrible.

Beyond the picket fences and the oil wells, the happy endings, and the fairy tales, is the reality of shattered lives and broken dreams. We carry on.

They carried the sky. The whole atmosphere, they carried it, the humidity, the monsoons, the stink of fungus and decay, all of it, they carried gravity.