Quotes About Suffering

When you're in pain, don't fight it, you'll just get exhausted. Remember what Shakespeare said, Feel the pain until it hurts no more.

Create all the happiness you are able to create; remove all the misery you are able to remove.

It is an easy thing for one whose foot is on the outside of calamity to give advice and to rebuke the sufferer.

The greatest battle is not physical but psychological. The demons telling us to give up when we push ourselves to the limit can never be silenced for good. They must always be answered by the quiet the steady dignity that simply refuses to give in. Courage. We all suffer. Keep going.

Why dont peoples hearts tell them to continue following their dreams? Because that's what makes a heart suffer most, and hearts don't like to suffer.

A few happy days with the wrong person isn't worth a lifetime worth of misery.

If only tears could heal the pain I'm feeling right now, I'll spend my whole life crying cause I know I'll stay in love with him for the rest of my life knowing he can never love me back.

Your holding me at a distance when you should be holding me in your arms, is causing me a great deal of pain. PLEASE STOP AND JUST LOVE ME!

Life is Beautiful only for those who knows how to celebrate the PAIN.

Without suffering in pain, pleasures cant be won. As each dark night, meets a new dawn!!

almost every pearl on sale today was born of the planned sexual violation of a small creature, and that considerable suffering hangs on those necklace strings.

Sometimes I sit at my window looking out on the towers of the Abbas and weep silently. No one must know how I suffered. No one must know how I failed. Sometimes I go and stand in the ring of stones and it seems to me that my fate is more wretched then theirs. They were turned to stone while they were dancing defiance. I wish I could have been.

We are born, we suffer, we love, we die, but the waves continue to beat upon the rocks; the seed time and the harvest come and go, but the earth remains.

What I wanted was a simple response. I didn't want to feel, that was too difficult. I wanted to hurt, I wanted real, tangible, physical pain. That I could understand.

Besides my conscience, my liver was the most abused part of my body.

no one asks poor people if they want war.

Wars never die, I said. They just go to sleep.

So, remember what we learned in the lycée, the words of Phan Boi Chau? 'For a human being, the greatest suffering comes from losing his country.

She was a poor person, I was her poor child, and no one asks poor people if they want war.

Did we salivate for sadness, or had we only learned to enjoy what we were forced to eat?

Let's see, he had told me one night at our hotel's bar, I've been beaten to death with brass knuckles by Robert Mitchum, knifed in the back by Ernest Borgnine, shot in the head by Frank Sinatra, strangled by James Coburn,

To understand our fate and theirs, we must do more than tell ghost stories. We must also tell the war stories that made ghosts and made us ghosts, the war stories that brought us here.

The father of one of the dead children cried, My God, why are You doing this to us? And it struck us all then, the answer to humanity's eternal question of Why? It was, and is, simply this: Why not?

We cannot know whether our pain is like anybody else's pain until we talk about it. Once we do that, we speak and think in ways cultural and individual. In this country, for example, someone fleeing for his life will think he should call for the police. This is a reasonable way to cope with the threat of pain. But in my country, no one calls for the police, since it is often the police who inflict the pain.