Quotes About Suffering

It's gonna hurt, now, " said Amy. "anything dead coming back to life hurts.

Hope is a horrible thing, you know. It's a plague. It's like walking around with a fishhook in your mouth and someone just keep pulling it and pulling it."STATE OF WONDER

They suffered with his death and she - she suffered with their reaction to it.

In spite of my suffering, at the thought that I was sure to end up by killing myself, I cried aloud and burst into tears.

Some of us hover when we weep for the other who wasdying since the day they were born.

The man now retrieved a linen cloth and stuffed it deep into Katherine's mouth. "Death, " hewhispered to her, "should be a quiet thing.

If some persons died and others did not die death would indeed be a terrible affliction.

Liz Emerson held so much darkness within her that closing her eyes didn't make much a difference at all.

I not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of suffering

This isolation, this deep pit in the bottom of my stomach, didn't have to hurt so much." - Aquamarine Rosabelle bonus included in Dreams, Smiles, and Bloody Tears

Try and make them understand that while artists can recycle their suffering in their art, I didn't know what to do with mine.

We do not have too much pain in this life, we have too little... Because through pain we arrive at God. We are death, dust, ashes... how should we complain?

A mind can bleed a heart to death.

Have we ever thought to consider that God allows things in our lives to die so that in that death we might come to the precious realization of how little we've actually lived in the first place?

I would far prefer to be told simply to go and die. It's straightforward. But people almost never say, "Die!" Paltry, prudent hypocrites!

Mankind, in all his lusts, punishes himself. The gods have to do very little.

No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it's only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying, once gone, what is left is only an object.

I don't want to be dying. I want to be dead.

A poor man is a living dead one.

Poverty is like a crumb that sits at a table, and starves itself to death.

I lost my beautiful mind with a nasty lady, i give her the true pure of love and she gives me a slow poison of death

We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases

Yes, I've killed! I've killed as indiscriminately as God! And yes, I will kill again. I must.

Pain and betrayal and then nothingness. That's the death and she's almost welcoming it.