Quotes About Suffering

Bob stared at me for a second and said, 'I have nightmares about Hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.

Have you ever felt despair, absolute hopelessness? Have you ever stood in the darkness and known deep in your heart, in your spirit, that it was never, ever going to get better? That something had been lost forever and that it wasn't coming back?

Junkies are happy when they're high," I said quietly, "but they don't need to be happy. They need to be free.

When the pain was gone, its simple lack was a nearly narcotic pleasure of its own.

Jobs are a part of life. Maybe you've heard of the concept. It's called work? See, what happens is that you suffer through doing annoying and humiliating things until you get paid not enough money. Like those Japanese game shows, only without all the glory.

We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

I'm not saying pain is what defines us as human beings. But it is, in many ways, what unites us. We all recognize other people in pain.

Wait. You don't understand. I just wanted it to stop. Wanted the hurting to stop. I smoothed a bloodied lock of hair from her eyes and felt very tired as I said, The only people who never hurt are dead.

God doesn't promise us escape from suffering or pain. Rather, He promises to miraculously use even bad situations for your ultimate good.

God always has a reason for what you are asked to endure.

He asks, in a softer voice, Does your arm still hurt? You touch it with your hand. The big ache is gone, leaving only the little, underneath ache that will gather and swell against the bone. The blood leaks out of the vein where he grabbed you. But you say, It's better now.

All artists as a type seem to suffer a great deal, but then so do miners.

I suppose poor Adams never recovered from the suicide of his wife, though it is arguable whether anyone ever truly recovers from anything.

A sonic boom crushes a baby mink's skull. We know that. Isn't it enough?

The dog's story was just another tragedy among innumerable similar cases that are seldom brought to light because the principals involved cannot tell their own stories.

Love cannot save you from your own fate.

Could any Hell be more horrible than now, and real?

People fear death even more than they fear pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over.

You can't stamp on a man's corns when he's got his feet cut off.

It had soaked in on him at last, the spot he was in. Soaked clear through a quart of booze until it hit him where he lived and rubbed the place raw.

Sure there's a hell...

That no one dies of migraine seems to someone deep in an attack as an ambiguous blessing.

Some people around San Bernardino say that Arthwell Hayton suffered; others say that he did not suffer at all. Perhaps he did not, for time past is not believed to have any bearing upon time present, or future, out in the golden land where every day the world is born anew.

so hot that August comes on not like a month but like an affliction;