Quotes About Suffering

Es muy posible desear morir, cuando se ama demasiado la vida

Whenever I watch TV and see those poor starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that, but not with all those flies and death and stuff.

Wendy is still dead. I hadn't understood before: it really doesn't bring them back. Somehow, you think, despite what you know, it will be a trade. Find the person who did the wrong thing and they will suffer instead of the one who was killed. Instead, that person just suffers too.

You simply don't realize how much pain the human spirit can endure

the image of the Good Life long ago stamped on her soul was quite different from this, and she suffered in contrast.

Why do we have such a finite capacity for pleasure but an infinite one for pain?

Não sei o que sou, nem o que faço, nem o que quero; estou despedaçada por mil sentimentos contrários. Pode imaginar-se estado mais deplorável? Amo-te de tal maneira que nem ouso sequer desejar que venhas a ser perturbado por igual arrebatamento. Matar-me-ia ou, se não o fizesse, morreria desesperada, viesse a ter a certeza que nunca mais tinhas descanso, que tudo te era odioso, e a tua vida não era mais que perturbação, desespero e pranto.

Atormentaste-me com a tua insistência, transtornaste-me com o teu ardor, encantaste-me com a tua delicadeza, confiei nas tuas juras, seduziu-me a minha inclinação violenta, e o que se seguiu a tão agradável e feliz começo não são mais que suspiros, lágrimas e uma tristíssima morte que julgo sem remédio. É certo que tive, ao amar-te, alegrias surpreendentes, mas custam-me agora os maiores tormentos: são extremas todas as emoções que me causas.

Lehet, hogy valaha szebb n?re bukkansz nálam – bár hajdan azt hajtogattad, én se vagyok éppen rút! –, de senki szívében nem találsz majd akkora szenvedélyt, mint az enyémben. Azt hiszed, számít más? Semmi, csak ez.

A kétségbeesés fenekére dönt, hogy képem kitörl?dött lelkedb?l, s bizony, neked is szégyened. Igazán a legkevesebb, amit elvárhatok t?led, hogy legalább azt viseld el, ha felpanaszolom szenvedéseimet. Éreztem én, el?re éreztem, mennyi gyötrelem vár rám, mikor láttam, hogy elhatároztad: elhagysz engem.

Micsoda vak ösztön, micsoda kegyetlen végzet rendelkezik velünk, és sodor éppen azoknak az útjába, akik szíve másért dobogna inkább?

Nem tagadom, amíg boldogított szerelmed, lélegzet-elállító gyönyör?ség jutott osztályrészemül, de most sosem ismert kínokkal fizetek meg értük, s ami hömpölyg? indulatot csak felkorbácsoltál szívemben, az mind túlcsap minden ismert mértéken és határon.

Nos hemos quedado jodidas en silencio, y en silencio nos han jodido.

La revolución beneficia al pobre, al ignorante, al que toda su vida ha sido esclavo, a los infelices que ni siquiera saben que si lo son es porque el rico convierte en oro las lágrimas, el sudor y la sangre de los pobres. || The revolution benefits the poor, the ignorant, who all his life has been a slave, the unfortunate who do not know if they are is because the rich becomes the tears, sweat and blood of the poor in gold.

La revolución beneficia al pobre, al ignorante, al que toda su vida ha sido esclavo, a los infelices que ni siquiera saben que si lo son es porque el rico convierte en oro las lágrimas, el sudor y la sangre de los pobres...

Tener un corazón capaz de amar, un corazón que puede conocer la ansiedad y el sufrimiento, que puede afligirse y conmoverse, es la característica más específica de la naturaleza humana. El corazón es la esfera más tierna, más interior, más secreta de la persona, y es precisamente en el corazón de Jesús donde habita la plenitud de la divinidad»

I was a queen, and you took away my crown a wife, and you killed my husband a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.

Courage! I have shown it for years; think you I shall lose it at the moment when my sufferings are to end?

I'm sometimes amazed the human species survived to the present day, given the things we did to ourselves in the name of healing." p. 103, Elemental Imbalances

Suffering is just part of the great tapestry of life.

Each of us suffers with envy/for the forgiven.

To resist metaphor is very difficult because you have to actually endure the thing itself.

We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.

any moment now that sun would burst into a ball of flame, a furnace to stifle the heart of Petites Cendres, his soul felt blood-raw, liquefied deep down inside him, in a pale, cold sea where the need that gnawed at him would break your heart, a fire burnt out, his heart, that dog should not have been there on Esmeralda or Bahama Street, hunger tottering on all fours, night-prowling around the Porte du Baiser Saloon where he just would not stop living despite all odds