Quotes About Suffering

Tengo un cansancio equivalente a un año de trabajos forzados.

Porque eres mía, porque no eres mía, porque te miro y muero y peor que muero si no te miro, si no te miro.

Es evidente que Dios me concedió un destino oscuro. Ni siquiera cruel. Simplemente oscuro. Es evidente que me concedió una tregua. Al principio, me resistí a creer que eso pudiera ser la felicidad. Me resistí con todas mis fuerzas, después me di por vencido y lo creí. Pero no era la felicidad, era sólo una tregua. Ahora estoy otra vez metido en mi destino. Y es más oscuro que antes, mucho más.

Si cuarenta mil niños sucumben diariamente en el purgatorio del hambre y de la sed si la tortura de los pobres cuerpos envilece una a una a las almas y si el poder se ufana de sus cuarentenas o si los pobres de solemnidad son cada vez menos solemnes y más pobres ya es bastante grave que un solo hombre o una sola mujer contemplen distraídos el horizonte neutro pero en cambio es atroz sencillamente atroz si es la humanidad la que se encoge de hombros.

Los que a sabiendas hieren y matan y torturan, se creen fieles lacayos de la muerte, pero esos imbéciles no saben que, desde tiempo inmemorial, la parquísima inmola a sus lacayos. Cuando

Wounded healers are GOD's Greatest weapons.

What we think of as our sensitivity is only the higher evolution of terror in a poor dumb beast. We suffer for nothing. Our own death wish is our only real tragedy.

In my case, literature is a kind of revenge. It's something that gives me what real life can't give me - all the adventures, all the suffering. All the experiences I can only live in the imagination, literature completes.

Es más fácil imaginar la muerte de una persona que la de cien o mil...Multiplicado, el sufrimiento se vuelve abstracto. No es fácil conmoverse por cosas abstractas.

Cuando creí que iba a perder la razón ante tanto sufrimiento. Así descubrí que un ser humano no puede vivir sin creer.

Her feet hurt, for Lady Clarendon had bought her daughter shoes too small for her in an attempt to make her large feet look smaller.

To me, real love, the move from power to love, involves immense suffering. Any creative work comes from that level, where we share our sufferings, just the sheer suffering of being human. And that's where the real love is.

What a paradox is there: flying higher into heaven, at the same time being forced to work deeper into the hell of my addiction, the hell of my own unconscious body.

If you seek to avoid your fate or to delay suffering, it only condemns you to suffer it redoubled in another life.

Her head had been hurting for days, but under the falling water, the headache opened like a rose- bright red, layered, and complicated.

Mi única locura fue esperar tantos años. Pero no me arrepiento. Hice lo que tenía que hacer. Lo maté así porque yo quería que sufra, que tenga una muerte fea. Quería vengarme por todo lo que me hizo. Lo peor es que yo me conozco: si no lo mataba, me iba a quedar con él, porque yo lo quería, me parece.

his years of war: an utter helplessness in the face of this monstrous violence.

Kindness is the currency of humanity. Even in the camps one found it. Debased and broken, but one found it.

Chiara grew serious. 'Our generation hardly knows what happiness is,' she said. 'Everything's been messed up for us. Even when the war is over, there'll be years of gloom to follow. Take this in both hands, darling. It's a gift from the gods.

Life is absolutely unbearable. And we're going to die.

This, then, was hunger. This was what his mother had meant when she had said, "We'll all go hongry." He had laughed, for he had thought he had known hunger, and it was faintly pleasant. He knew now that it had been only appetite. This was another thing.

We all burn. We burn in fire. We burn in blood. We burn in dreams. And it never ends. Dreams never end. You would not want them to. Not if it means forgetting. You can never forget. You, who are all that is left. So remember, we are born in fire. Again and again. You would live it all again. No matter how much it hurts. When it hurts you know you are alive. And you know that as long as you live, they live. And when you die, they die. You are the inheriter of memories.

Maxine," Grant said, but I barely heard him. I was lost in that vision, in those emotions—the pain, and hunger for pain, forming the root of so much agonized rage. " 'Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate,'" I muttered. "Yoda, from Star Wars?" " 'Hate leads to suffering.'" I met his gaze. "Yoda knows his shit, man." Grant's mouth crooked in a gentle smile.

The first thing you learn is how to be alone. You learn, or suffer. It is an easy lesson. You suffer more when people are around. People make you feel alone. And loneliness is a quiet wound.