Quotes About Suffering

Niet krijgen wat je wilt kan je wreed maken.

Life is so hard. I see it everywhere. I see the homeless people on the street. I see how tragically humans have hurt the earth. How terribly they hurt each other. I also know how lucky I was. I would take my privilege for granted.

Just when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die.

It would be too easy to say that i feel invisible. Instead, i feel painfully visible, and enterily ignored.

Migraines Are Only in Your Mind.

I don't know where I am, Evan. I'm seeing red everywhere. It's just...everywhere. I am underwater right now. You don't understand. I'm underwater. I need a gun. Evan? I need-

Não tenho muito a perder. Mas, sem dúvida, vai parecer que perdi tudo.

Love is so painful, how could you wish it on anybody?

Why must we die over and over again?

If anything goes wrong at home, you can't tell anyone outside of home. Pity is worse than pain, embarrassment is worse than help. If people treat you like shit, you still have to stay loyal to them. You still have to give them the benefit of the doubt that maybe you are, in fact, shit and deserve to be treated the way they treat you.

Amar es tan doloroso, ¿cómo se lo podríamos desear a alguien? Y el amor es tan esencial, ¿cómo podríamos interponernos en su camino?

Love is so painful, how could you ever with it on anybody?

War is both intensely horrible and exquisitely pleasurable. It is horrible because of the danger and suffering that soldiers and civilians endure, and the unavoidable guilt that comes with killing. It is pleasurable because -like all pleasures- it is something that benefited our ancient ancestors who were victors in the bloddy struggle for resources.

From the scalped bodies of ancient warriors to the suicide bombers in today's newspaper headlines, history is drenched in human blood.

Right here people might bring up Vincent van Gogh as an example of a painter who did great work in spite of—or because of—his suffering. I like to think that van Gogh would have been even more prolific and even greater if he wasn't so restricted by the things tormenting him. I don't think it was pain that made him so great—I think his painting brought him whatever happiness he had.

This whole story doesn't make sense! Why would God create a perfect place and then allow the Devil in it, just to trick you? Why tell you not to do something when He could have just removed the tree, and so avoided the problem completely? - Cain

Oedipus gouges out his eyes, Jocasta hangs herself, both guiltless; the play has come to a harmonious conclusion. Wrote Schiller.

Una de las delicias ennoblecedoras del Paraíso, según lo prometió Tomás de Aquino: ver cómo allá abajo torturan y asan a los condenados.

This can't be happenning! Please help me! Please!

It is not thoughts or facts that are painful but the feelings that accompany them. Thoughts in and of themselves are painless, but not the feelings that underlie them!

It is not thoughts or facts that are painful but the feelings that accompany them. Thoughts in and of themselves are painless, but not the feelings that underlie them! It is the accumulated pressure of feelings that causes thoughts.

The hiking boots the outdoor adventure magazine sent me to buy - large, ungainly potato like things that I have been trying to break in for the past four days - cut into my feet and draw blood as if the were lined with cheese graters. I have come to hate these Timberlands with a fervor I usually reserve for people. Just think, the shoes I wouldn't be caught dead in might actually turn out to be the shoes I am caught dead in.

We approach romance like a privileged form of suffering that makes us feel more alive—living dangerously, magnificently, and tragically.

True art was based upon despair, and the important thing was to make yourself and those around you as miserable as possible.