Quotes About Suffering

The demand for permanence in every area of our existence is the cause of human misery. There's no such thing as permanence at all.

Sorrow is there for you as long as you think. There is actually no sorrow there to be free from. Thinking about and struggling against "sorrow" is sorrow. Since you can't stop thinking, and thinking is sorrow, you will always suffer. There is no way out, no escape.

The fact is that we don't want to be free. What is responsible for our problems is the fear of losing what we have and what we know.

We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance; we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.

Reality bites... and doesn't let go.

The good thing about pain is it lets you know you're still alive.

She was poor, but she was honest, Victim of the squire's whim: First he loved her, then he left her, And she lost her honest name.

The children walking over the bricks of their destroyed homes, their mother putting up a tent, their father in jail... in tears and confusion looking at the tanks coming down the street, the men holding metre-long machine guns... they stare... need I say more ...just imagine how it would feel to be a Palestinian....

Why torture yourself when life'll do it for you?

Consider how much more you often suffer from your anger and grief, than from those very things for which you are angry and grieved.

Life was made to be enjoyed as well as endured.

People who make others happy are usually the most broken ones.

Everybody wants happiness, nobody wants pain, but you can't have a rainbow without a little rain.

Human beings suffer agonies, and their sad fates become legends; poets write verses about them and playwrights compose dramas, and the remembrance of past grief becomes a source of present pleasure - such is the strange alchemy of the spirit.

Given a choice, she would rather be the one who was persecuted than the one doing the persecuting-- both had a terrible price to pay, but she would rather endure humiliation and fear than grow numb to what it was to be human.

His humbled mind drew a blank. & was graced with a revelation. A timid smile dimpled the ear canal, as though god's little finger had suddenly loosened an obtuse bit of wax: Suicide needed to be made accessible to all of suffering humanity. Not only to doctors & dealers.

Other days when he has come from or doesn't want to go to a shift at work, he is wild, sucking away everything I thought I knew about the way I'm supposed to be in this world. I feel like a star caught in the gravitational pull of a black hole, unraveling, spinning under the control of some unseen force, torn into streams of fire forever spiraling, never to be put together again.

I am fearing because I am seeing that the only way not to be fighting is to die. I am not wanting to die.

I'm walking walking walking to where the sun is setting. I'm looking at it and wanting to catch it in my hand and to be squeezing until color are dripping out from it forever. That way everywhere it is always dark and nobody is ever having to see any of the terrible thing that is happening in this world.

How could people like these, without words to put to their emotions and passions, manage? They could, at best, only suffer dumbly. Their pains and humiliations would work themselves out in their characters alone: like evil spirits possessing a body, so that the body itself might appear innocent of what it did.

Otto said: Try to figure out a way to kill us nicely. You can, of course, drop mother into the well, and maybe you could poison me somehow.

succour me. Too well I see the demon band The slaughter of my love have

Not that they starve; but starve so dreamlessly, Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap, Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve, Not that they die, but that they die like sheep.

Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost Burning in Hell for his hand-maimed host, Hear how the demons chuckle and yell Cutting his hands off, down in hell