Quotes About Suffering

THERE'S LIFE ON EARTH, THERE'S HEAVEN—AND THERE'S HELL." "I think life on earth is hell," I said.

Of all the things you choose in life, you don't get to choose what your nightmares are. You don't pick them; they pick you.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour...

The world is too brutal for me—I am glad there is such a thing as the grave—I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.

Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.

The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it, Was never said in rhyme.

No one can usurp the heights... But those to whom the miseries of the world Are misery, and will not let them rest.

Knowing well that my life must be passed in fatigue and and trouble, I have been endeavouring to wean myself from you: for to myself alone what can be much of a misery? As far as they regard myself I can despise all events: but I cannot cease to love you.

I left poor Scylla in a niche and fled. My fever'd parchings up, my scathing dread Met palsy half way: soon these limbs became 640 Gaunt, wither'd, sapless, feeble, cramp'd, and lame.

Do you not see how necessary a World of Pains and troubles is to school an Intelligence and make it a soul? A place where the heart must feel and suffer in a thousand diverse ways!

But, for the general award of love, The little sweet doth kill much bitterness;

In my private apocalypse he will be impaled upon his own nightstick.

Miss O'Hara certainly had to cast her pearls before a dismal lot of swine, who looked like the type of vague, drawn old men who molested children at matinees.

For Christmas, Mrs. Levy always compiled not a gift list but rather a list of the injustices and brutalities she had suffered since August. The girls got this list in their stockings. The only gift Mrs. Levy asked of the girls was that they attack their father. Mrs. Levy loved Christmas.

Optimism nauseates me. It is perverse. Since man's fall, his proper position in the universe has been one of misery.

War remains the decisive human failure.

What makes you so special? Why should you get it and all the rest of us be in the dark? The momentum of the argument abruptly broke from his control. His face froze. Because I've suffered, he burst out.

God is a concept by which we measure our pain.

He hurt everywhere, so at least he must be alive. Another comforting thought because, despite everything, he wanted to be alive. It was the business of living he wanted nothing to do with.

emerged, the puncture wounds they'd caused oozing blood onto the straw.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.

Is it true, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer the most? That the strongest wander furthest and most hopelessly are lost? That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain? That the anguish of the singer makes the sweetness of the strain?

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

All around the United States of America - in the cities and the counties - our public education is suffering and has been suffering. Cuts, cuts, cuts.