Quotes About Suffering

Le drame, vois-tu, c'est que beaucoup d'entre nous ne peuvent vivre ni dans leur patrie, ni à l'étranger. - Alors que leurs reste-t-il? - Le malheur.

If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart, there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end, how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes.

Everything hurts.

If I am more alive because love burns and chars me, as a fire, given wood or wind, feels new elation, it's that he who lays me low is my salvation, and invigorates the more, the more he scars me.

Is it any wonder, since, when near the fire, I was melted and burned, if now that it's extinguished outside me, it besets and consumes me inside, and bit by bit reduces me to ashes?

From such a gentle thing,from such a fountain of all delight,my every pain is born...

Cruzimea n-are rost unde-i iubire si nici puterea unde-i umilinta; blandetea-nvinge orice-mpotrivire, ca veseli orice suferinta.

One result of turning a blind eye to the horrors of the world, because you can stand only so much, is that you end up forgetting that each individual who is subjected to heinous suffering is your fellow, your equal, and that you could have been in their shoes, and that he or she could one day have become your friend.

You might think that if you were paralyzed, at least you couldn't feel the pain. But it isn't like that. You can't move, but you can hurt. You can hurt more than you can imagine.

Too hot to wonder why your head throbbed and the world spun slowly around you.

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. —MARIE ANTOINETTE

The reason a person practices every day is to disconnect from their deep connection to suffering. The author of the ancient Yogatattva

Yoga is not something a person practices with music or mirrors or any other distraction. Its purpose is less about samyoga than it is about viyoga, which is to say, it is more about disconnecting than it is about connecting, which many Westerners find strange, until they hear it explained. The reason a person practices every day is to disconnect from their deep connection to suffering. The author of the ancient Yogatattva

Vengeance burns,Torak." said Fin-Kedinn as the river bore him away. "It burns your heart. It makes the pain worse. Dont let that happen to you.

But young as I was, I suspected that a God who allows such cruelty wouldn't have cared about bringing it to an end. I

Some folk need a few good homeless, hungry, sleepless nights to make the voice of God real clear. Other folk need a soft bed and a warm meal before they can hear Him. He knows, and He has to let me know, too.

Love Thinking, thinking thus, loving thus, there is no sleep, I see him, we meet, to be woken from that dream that is suffering indeed.

Death has no right on life it is a culmination of your doing. Dying happens to disease which also is a culmination of your doing. Make sensible life choices and simply pass away, transform or transmigrate .We don't need to die in suffering. Live disease free and MickeyMize your life!!

he can either directly repeat what was done to him, like Simons, and will then most likely choose victims who represent himself, or he may symbolically avenge his suffering, and will then be more likely to select victims who represent the original tormentor.

He had two types of victim. The prostitutes resembled the women who had rejected him and he acted out his agony and anger in a symbolic manner on these victims. The boys represented himself and, like Simons, he acted out his suffering directly on these victims.

By sodomising the boys, Wilken fell into the typical pattern of passive-active role reversal by identifying with the aggressor and selecting a victim like himself. When he sodomised and strangled 12-year-old Henry Bakers he even told Henry that he was going to do to him what was done to himself when he was a child of Henry's age.

Serial killers are not monsters; they are human beings with tortured souls.

Through the deaths of those I loved, I learned to value life and this sensitised me to the suffering of the families of the victims of serial killers. The tragedy of serial homicide is its dichotomy – serial killers kill because they suffer and, by killing, they cause immense suffering.

Serial killers are not born serial killers, but develop as a result of deep ingrained pain and unbearable rejection. It is tragic that they avenge their misery on innocent people who have had absolutely no part in causing their initial suffering, save that they unconsciously remind the serial killer of his first tormentor.