Quotes About Suffering

There are always survivors at a massacre. Among the victors, if nowhere else.

War is not its own end, except in some catastrophic slide into absolute damnation. It's peace that's wanted. Some better peace than the one you started with.

So do you believe there is an afterlife?' I asked him. 'Yes, I think so. I hope so. You know why I hope this?' He paused and looked me in the eye, waiting. I shook my head. 'Because I want Khomeini to suffer. I want to believe he is suffering now, for what he did to the Iranian people, all the people he killed and tortured and drove away from their homes. All the lives he has ruined.

I look forward to a future of boredom and suffering, since I'm too cowardly to put an end to my days. I'll just go on: clubbing, snorting, drinking and persecuting the fools of the world.

L'humanité souffre. Et je souffre avec elle.

Je n'aime personne et je ne fous rien, je ne veux pas tenter de me distraire, ou de m'occulter la vérité. La vie est une saloperie, et chaque seconde de lucidité est un supplice.

He is so poor that he could not keep a dog.

His heart ached as if eaten away by poisons.

Las penas anticipadas dicen que matan dos veces.

I pray. I go to mass. I even remember to respect my elders and help little old ladies across the street. What the hell did I do to deserve this?

I'm afraid to be on this shore a trunk without limbs, and what I most regret is not to have flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my suffering.

My tongue is pierced with glass.

What matters most has an ultimate metallic quality of death. The chasuble and the wagon wheel, the razor and the prickly beards of shepherds, the bare moon, a fly, humid cupboards, rubble piles, the images of saints covered in lace, quicklime, and the wounding edges of the rooflines and watchtowers.

The wounds were burning like suns at five in the afternoon, and the crowd broke the windows At five in the afternoon. Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon! It was five by all the clocks!

But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me that shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire.

Or, like the thief of fire from heaven, Wilt thou withstand the shock? And share with him, the unforgiven, His vulture and his rock!

By day or night, in weal or woe, That heart, no longer free, Must bear the love it cannot show, And silent ache for thee.

Unquenched, unquenchable, Around, within, thy heart shall dwell; Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell!

Physical ills are the taxes laid upon this wretched life; some are taxed higher, and some lower, but all pay something.

on the other hand the machine does not bleed, ache, hang for hours in the empty sky in a torment of hope to learn the fate of another machine, nor does it cry out with joy nor dance in the air with the fierce passion of a bird.

The greatest of evils and the worst of crimes is poverty.

El buen Dios no debería dejar que se pueda joder a otro sin verle llorar, sin oír sus gritos, sin sentir su dolor y cargarlo en la memoria

clamped his left hand hard over the wound. Blood

Well you seem like you're enjoying the experience of suffering, so I thought I'd help you out with that... There's a difference between pain and suffering,' Wendell says, 'You're going to have to feel pain- everyone feels pain at times- but you don't have to suffer so much. You're not choosing the pain, but you're choosing the suffering