Quotes About Suffering

I wanted once in my lifetime to know that great savage joy, no matter how immense the suffering that might ensue.

He was dead, that familiar, frightening presence who had never left my heart for a split second. I felt as though the vessel of my suffering had become empty, as if nothing could interest me now. I had lost even the ability to suffer.

These wounds, unlike the scars from the lashing a man might give, cut inwards very deep, like an internal hemorrhage, bringing intense discomfort.

Las personas que temen a otros seres humanos desean ver espectros de apariencia todavía más horrible; las que son nerviosas y se asustan con facilidad, rezan para que la tormenta sea lo más violenta posible; y ciertos pintores, que han sufrido a causa de unos fantasmas llamados seres humanos, acaban creyendo en cosas fantásticas y viendo espectros en pleno día, en medio de la naturaleza.

Pero la vida de los seres humanos es un infierno y lo cierto es que en este mundo hay poca ducha y muchas desgracias.

All I could do was look helplessly on. Those who suffer shall suffer. Those who fall shall fall. It had nothing to do with me, it was just the way the world was.

When I acted like a rich man, they started a rumor I was rich. When I feigned indifference, they classed me as the indifferent type. But when I inadvertently groaned because I was really in pain, they started the rumor that I was faking suffering.

I live solely on my writing now. On signing the registers at inns when I travel, I have no hesitation about listing "writer" as my occupation. If I suffer, I don't talk much about it much. I may suffer even more than before, but I wear a smile.

Suffering breeds suffering, and sighs draw only more sighs from within.

Oh, life is too painful, the reality that confirms the universal belief that it is best not to be born. Thus everyday, from morning to night, I wait in despair for something. I wish I could be glad that I was born, that I am alive, that there are people and a world.

When a person falls to the very depths of suffering—where he can find no escape—he is somehow able to find new courage.

Submission or escape; to keep up the fair-and-square fight or compromise with lies; deception or placation; to be or not to be––which one is better? I don't know. I don't know, so it causes me suffering.

It wasn't an ordinary sickness. God had killed me, and only after He had made me into someone entirely different from the person I had been, did he call me back to life.

The night has dawned. I have made you suffer a long time. Good-bye. My drunkenness from last night has entirely worn off. I shall die sober. Once more, good-bye. Kazuko. I am, after all, an aristocrat.

Quero morrer. Quero morrer mais do que tudo. Não há mais chance de recuperação. Não importa o que faça, não importa como faça, estou fadado a falhar e adicionar uma camada de verniz à minha vergonha. Não posso sonhar em ir de bicicleta até uma cascata cercada de folhas verdes. São apenas crimes sujos empilhando-se sobre crimes miseráveis e meu sofrimento só cresce e fica ainda mais violento. Quero morrer. Preciso morrer: viver é uma fonte de pecados.

Lord Hamlet, maybe you alone are the evil one. You insert yourself where everyone is living peacefully and amicably, and you spout complex reasoning and attack everyone, making them suffer, saying that in this world only your love is pure and devoted.

Although my body was useless, out of what felt like desperation, I acted out a hateful, scathing punishment. There were days when each time I lowered the hoe, I would groan, "Die! Just die and end it! Die! Die and end it all!" I planted 600 sweet potato vines.

loneliness or pain like for him? Last night I

The church must suffer for speaking the truth, for pointing out sin, for uprooting sin. No one wants to have a sore spot touched, and therefore a society with so many sores twitches when someone has the courage to touch it and say: "You have to treat that. You have to get rid of that. Believe in Christ. Be converted.

Tote dat barge!Lif' dat bale!Git a little drunk,An' you land in jail.Ah gits wearyAn' sick of tryin'Ah'm tired of livin'An' skeered of dyin',But Ol' Man River,He jes' keeps rollin' along.

Poverty was a dog whose teeth sank deep.

I can sympathize with everything, except suffering.

Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world.

To have become a deeper man is the privilege of those who have suffered.