Quotes About Suffering

Pido humildemente permiso para existir, imploro humildemente una alegría, una acción de gracias, pido que me permitan vivir con menos sufrimiento, pido para no ser tan puesta a prueba por las experiencias ásperas, pido a hombres y mujeres que me consideren un ser humano digno de algún amor y algún respeto. Pido la bendición de la vida.

But there are those who starve to death and all I can do is be born. My rigmarole is: what can I do for them? My answer is: paint a fresco in adagio. I could suffer the hunger of others in silence but a contralto voice makes me sing—I sing dull and black. It's my message of a person alone. A person eats another from hunger. But I fed myself with my own placenta. And I'm not going to bite my nails because this is a tranquil adagio.

I am not mad out of solidarity with the thousands of us who, in order to construct the possible, also sacrificed the truth which would be a madness.

The human condition is Christ's passion.

Give me your anonymous hand, for life is giving me pain and I don't know how to go on talking - reality is too delicate, only reality is delicate, my unreality and my imagination are more substantial.

Missy could fall down and hurt herself, even if I'm walking right there beside her. That doesn't mean that I allowed it to happen. She knows, as far as unconditional love, I'll pick her up and I'll carry her. I'll try to heal her. I'll cry when she cries. And I'll rejoice when she is well. In all the moments of my life, God has been right there beside me. The truth of God's love is not that He allows bad things to happen. It's His promise that He'll be there with us when they do.

His sad expression, now, that isolates Irene and me, destroying the universe around us. It's his turn to envy me, twenty years after those days when the beauty, elegance and notoriety of his mistresses gave him, in my eyes, a painful prestige. The apparent modesty of my triumph doesn't at all diminish its cruelty. I feel almost happy over the sufferings of this man. His solitude wins me from my own.

I know the dark delight of being strange, The penalty of difference in the crowd, The loneliness of wisdom among fools, Yet never have I felt but very proud, Though I have suffered agonies of hell, Of living in my own peculiar cell. - My House

Logic doesn't overcome pain.

Elena siempre fue de llorar poco, casi nada, pero desde que su cuerpo es de Ella, de esa puta enfermedad puta, ya ni siquiera es dueña de sus lágrimas.

What's left of you when your arm can't even put on a jacket and your leg can't even take a step and your neck can't straighten up enough to let you show your face to the world, what's left? Are you your brain, which keeps sending out orders that won't be fol- lowed? Or are you the thought itself, something that can't be seen or touched beyond that furrowed organ guarded inside the cranium like a trove?

La verdad que se nos niega duele hasta el último día

Do not say I if it means so little, holds the little forming no one. You are not sick, you are injured-- you ache for the rest of your life.

istoria este un abator si in orice excursie turistica sau calatorie instructiva in locurile bogate in istorie intra grosolana si cruda vulgaritate a celor care se bucura se suferinta altora ca de un spectacol.

Solo que todo depende de una gracia de aspiración al conocimiento del misterio, de nuestra paciencia, persistencia y energía suficiente para aceptar el sufrimiento de la transición a una vida nueva.

Pearl…every night I pray to God that you can rest. Seeing what this has done to you….it hurts me more than any man can bear. I'd give you anything—everything—if only I knew you'd take it.

un point assez mystérieux et en tout cas non élucidé de la nature humaine : l intolérance a l incertitude, intolérance telle qu elle entraine beaucoup d hommes a souffrir les pires et les plus réels des maux en échange de l espoir, si vague soit-il, d un rien de certitude.

He sank his head in his hand to blot out the light. For the first time in his life he suffered from more than a personal sense of loss. He suffered because others suffered.

This is your life and mine! It's skull and bones every incha the road! Christ, we're dyin' by inches!

The only cure for a headache is a hangover.

No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.

She had opened a door... and now she was walking with demons. And at the end of her travels, she would have her revenge... Pain had made a sadist of her.

Apparently Burgess shares the gutter press assumption that those who achieve fame should be made to suffer from it.

history is "little more than the register of the crimes, follies and misfortunes of mankind.