Quotes About Suffering

pity was insatiable—a false virtue that always craved more suffering to show how limitless and magnificent it could be.

And he had learned that pity was insatiable—a false virtue that always craved more suffering to show how limitless and magnificent it could be.

Who is "I" in "I hurt"? The one who inflicts the pain or the one who suffers it? And does "hurt" refer to the inflicting or the suffering?

Nothing more private than pain. It can only involve one.

Of all men's miseries the bitterest is this: to know so much and to have control over nothing.

The worst pain a man can suffer: to have insight into much and power over nothing.

The longer the span of someone's existence, the more certain he is to see and suffer much that he would rather have been spared.

The absence of love is the most abject pain.

My flesh was burning where the skin was scraped off my knees, and I was afraid that I couldn't be alive anymore with so much pain, and at the same time I knew I was alive because it hurt. I was afraid that death would find its way into me through this open knee and I quickly covered my knee with my hands.

No words are adequate for the suffering caused by hunger. To this day I have to show hunger that I escaped his grasp. Ever since I stopped having to go hungry, I literally eat life itself. And when I eat, I am locked up inside the taste of eating. For sixty years, ever since I came back from the camp, I have been eating against starvation.

I've always had just enough sense to spare others, but never enough to save myself from misfortune.

Windisch hears a leaf on the stones in the hallway. It's scratching on the stones. The wall is long and white. Windisch closes his eyes. He feels the wall growing on his face. The lime burns his forehead. A stone in the lime opens its mouth. The apple tree trembles. Its leaves are ears. They listen. The apple tree drenches its green apples.

In the trinity of skin, bones, and brown water, men and women lose all difference.

Jesus sleeps on the cross by the church door. When he wakes up, he'll be old. The air in the village will be brighter than his naked skin.

Je sais, dit Adina, les hommes avaient des femmes, les femmes avaient des enfants, les enfants avaient faim.

Hunger is an object.

Everyone eats his words by himself although we're all eating together. There's no thought for the hunger of others, you can't hunger together. Cabbage soup was our main food, but it mainly took the meat from our bones and the sanity from our minds. The hunger angel ran around in hysterics. He lost all proportion, growing more in a single day than grass in an entire summer or snow in an entire winter.

I don't need a day pass, I have the camp, and the camp has me. All I need is a bunk and Fenya's bread and my tin bowl. I don't even need Leo Auberg.

Nenhuma palavra é adequada para o sofrimento causado pela fome. Até hoje eu tenho que mostrar a fome que escapei do seu alcance. Desde que parei de passar fome, literalmente como a própria vida. E quando eu como, fico trancada dentro do gosto de comer. Por sessenta anos, desde que voltei do acampamento, tenho comido contra a fome.

Except you're not allowed to talk about hunger when you're hungry. Hunger is not a bunk or a bed frame, otherwise it could be measured. Hunger is not an object.

Acquisition means life to miserable mortals.

The fool knows after he's suffered.

Often a whole community together suffers in consequence of a bad man who does wrong and contrives evil

Are you afraid of other people? I know that by keeping others at a distance you avoid a betrayal of your trust, but you must endure the loneliness. Man can never completely erase this sadness, because all men are fundamentally alone. Pain is something man must carry in his heart, and since the heart feels pain so easily, some believe that life is pain.