Quotes About Suffering

Are?you dying? she asked. Just can't breathe. This air. Poor, poor?good lord. I've forgotten your name. Hell of a thing. Barney! He clutched her. No! Don't stop! She arched her back. Her teeth chattered. I wasn't going to, he said. Oooaugh! He laughed. Don't please laugh at me. Not meant unkindly. A long silence, then. Then, Oof.

People suffering nervous breakdowns often do a lot of research, to find explanations for what they are undergoing. The research, of course, fails.

He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

O universo te dá corda, deixa você se debater à vontade, e depois puxa para você se enforcar.

Todo mundo sabe disso, todo mundo que já olhou sem poder fazer nada para uma pessoa doente ou moribunda, ou um animal doente ou moribundo, sentiu uma pena terrível, uma pena avassaladora, e percebeu que essa pena, por maior que pudesse ser, é totalmente inútil.

quando si vive dentro, al sicuro, e si guarda fuori, e il muro è percorso da corrente elettrica e le guardie sono armate, perché mai si dovrebbe pensare alle sofferenze altrui?

What a way to live a life; what, as the other officer said just now, an endless nothing.

There should be a monument somewhere, he thought, listing those who died in this. And, worse, those who didn't die. Who had to live on past death.

Not an encouraging thought. Whatever thing, object, or event had at any time in her fifty-odd years stirred the smooth surface of her vapid enjoyment was gently eased out of existence. He could guess a few. Garbage men who rattled cans. Door-to-door salesmen. Bills and tax forms of all kinds. Crying babies (perhaps all babies). Drunks. Filth. Poverty. Suffering in general. It was a wonder anything was left.

Pero no puedo usar el videófono -protestó Isidore, angustiado-. Porque soy feo, encorvado, peludo, ceniciento y de dientes separados. Y además, me siento mal a causa de la radiación. Creo que me voy a morir.

The difference between Gloria Knudson and Sherri was obvious; Gloria wanted to die for strictly imaginary reasons. Sherri would literally die whether she wanted to or not. Gloria had the option to cease playing her malignant death-game any time she psychologically wished, but Sherri did not.

We are, Adams realized, a cursed race. Genesis is right; there is a stigma on us, a mark. Because only a cursed, marked, flawed species would use its discoveries as we are using them.

I'm dead; lay the heavy bread on me.

This can't be normal death, he said to himself. This is unnatural; the regular momentum of dissolution has been replaced by another factor imposed upon it, a pressure arbitrary and forced.

Uma realidade de sofrimento não é melhor que a mais interessante das ilusões?

He was, perhaps like [the depressive] Dino Watters, addicted to gloom. She felt sorry for him if that were so. It was a terrible malady to have. Far worse than the several others.

Just sort of relax your mind and say yes, it does hurt, I know. Don't try and shut it out.

Why do they do these things to children, Pan? Do they all hate children so much, that they want to tear them apart like this? Why do they do it?

There's some that came here never believing they were dead. They insisted all the way that they were alive, it was a mistake, someone would have to pay; made no difference. There's others who longed to be dead when they were alive, poor souls; lives full of pain or misery; killed themselves for a chance of a blessed rest, and found that nothing had changed except for the worse, and this time there was no escape; you can't make yourself alive again.

I have suffered enough." "Oh, there is more suffering to come. We have a thousand years of experience in this Church of ours. We can draw out your suffering endlessly. Tell us about the child," Mrs. Coulter said, and reached down to break one of the witch's fingers. It snapped easily.

Living was hateful, and death was no better, and from end to end of the universe this was the first and last and only truth.

El trabajo sin alegría es ruin; el trabajo sin dolor es ruin; el dolor sin trabajo es ruin; la alegría sin trabajo es ruin. John Ruskin

The world is a cruel place sometimes, and warm-hearted people do most of the good in it. And much of the time, they're mocked and scorned for their pains.

There he dwelt, a prisoner acting like a kind.