Quotes About Suffering

One morning, after many dark nights of despair, an irrepressible longing to live will announce to us the fact that all is finished and that suffering has no more meaning than happiness.

é bem verdade que um monte de pintores ficam loucos, é uma vida que leva a ficar muito abstraído, para dizer o mínimo.

Sim, para mim, o drama da tempestade na natureza, o drama da dor na vida, são certamente os mais perfeitos. O "Paradou" é belo, mas Gethsemani é ainda mais belo

oy where did my ear go?

O que você quer? Sofrer sem reclamar é a única lição que se deve aprender nesta vida.

Everything on earth changes - we have no abiding city here - it is the experience of everybody. That it is God's will that we should part with what is dearest on earth - we ourselves change in many respects, we are not what we once were, we shall not remain what we are now.

La nostra nevrosi, amico mio, è un prodotto del nostro modo di vivere un po' troppo artistico; ma è anche una fatale eredità, che la civiltà rende di generazione in generazione sempre più onerosa. Se vogliamo diagnosticare lo stato del nostro temperamento dobbiamo annoverarci fra quelli che soffrono di una nevrosi la cui origine è già molto lontana.

In the midst of life we are near death, that is a phrase which touches each one of us personally, it is a truth we see again confirmed in what you tell me about Carolien van Stockum, and formerly we saw it in another member of the same family. It has touched me, and with all my heart I hope she may recover. Oh! what sorrow, what sadness and suffering there is in the world, in public as well as in private life.

Today, Friday, I went there but could not see him. The intern and the attendant told me that after my wife left, he had had a terrible attack; he had a very bad night, and they had to put him in an isolated room. Since he has been locked in this room, he has eaten no food and utterly refused to talk. That is the exact state of your brother at present.

Am vrut sa arat ca a muri... este un act la fel de simplu ca si caderea unei frunze... cateva maini de pamant intoarse si o cruce mica de lemn.

Não te oculto que teria preferido morrer a causar e a sofrer tantos dissabores. Mas que queres? Sofrer sem se queixar é a única lição que tratamos de aprender na vida.

I insist on this, the plan remains just as real and solid whether Gauguin comes or not, seeing that our object doesn't change - to deliver me and one of the comrades from this cancer that is gnawing at our work, this being forced to live in these ruinous inns without any profit to ourselves. It is pure madness.

And the pilgrim goes on sorrowful yet always rejoicing - sorrowful because it is so far off and the road so long. Hopeful as he looks up to the eternal city far away, resplendent in the evening glow and he thinks of two old sayings that he heard long ago - the one is: "Much strife must be striven Much suffering must be suffered Much prayer must be prayed And then the end will be peace.

To suffer without complaint is the only lesson we have to learn in this life

I screamed without making a sound. I sobbed without shedding a tear. I died, though my heart beat on.

If we could only snap the fetters of the body that bind the feet of the soul, we shall experience a great joy. Then we shall not be miserable because of the body's sufferings. We shall become free.

Her eyes were misting over, her heart was talking on her lips. To need everything when everything is finished. She no longer knew whether she was sad or whether it was hunger. To live like that, head bent forward, chin resting down near her breasts, without muscles, without sinews, without vertebrae. She smiled a martyr's smile for her own benefit: for her wretchedness was also a tenderness, and resignation is not the same as oblivion.

You have suffered worse things; God will put an end to these also.

The descent into Hell is easy

Through pain I've learned to comfort suffering men

Each of us bears his own Hell.

But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love, hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood, consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...] His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling-- no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.

Facilis descensus Averni.

What does the cross mean?" I ask him. "Crucifix. I don't know exactly. Jesus hanging in agony, nailed to boards. But it's a reminder." "Of what?" "Well. Of—Well, evil. That evil's always gonna be around, and you deal with it.