Quotes About Suffering

Suffer love! A good ephitet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.

It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.

what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes

The worst was this: my love was my decay.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

La vida es mi tortura y la muerte será mi descanso.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

She's Love, she loves, and yet she is not lov'd.

Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.

For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.

No, my heart is turn'd to stone: I strike it, and it hurts my hand.

Hopeless and helpless doth AEgeon wend, But to procrastinate his lifeless end.

The pleasing punishment that women bare....

But I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like moulten lead.

Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:

For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.

i buy a thousand pound a year! i buy a rope!

Humanity must perforce prey upon itself, like monsters of the deep.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon, than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.