Quotes About Suffering

Grenouille's mother, however, perceived the odor neither of the fish nor of the corpses, for her sense of smell had been utterly dulled, besides which her belly hurt, and the pain deadened all susceptibility of sensate impressions.

era una tortura, no se acababa nunca el tiempo en que el mundo real le abrasaba la piel.

they tortured him because there is nothing better than torture to make something evil turn good. Insert sarcastic tone here.

Home? Home is where they don't tie you to a rock and drip acid on you. And sometimes it isn't." -Loki, Norse god of Mischief

Love is bitter sweet never to be perfect but just what the body, heart, and mind aches for...and the lips oooh~ to die another day just to kiss the love it miss. My heaven, my hell, my pain, my love…my life! Killing me slowly….oooh~ so sweet and slowly with your kiss. To have loved than have never loved at all I would rather die so forever slowly.

I'm told that we addictive-type personalities want to cover our pain, so we use food, spending, sex, drugs, sleeping, gambling, alcohol, work, people, blame, social activities, the Internet, etc., to distance and disguise what we don't know how to solve inside of us. The

I don't think the Palestinian people or Afghan children or some other things I'm concerned about are at the top of other people's agendas - not right now, when America is going through such a recession and people are suffering across the board financially. But I think all that will change.

Those who have suffered understand suffering and therefore extend their hand.

Those who have suffered understand suffering and thereby extend their hand.

I had one of those headaches. It kept pounding and got into that crazy realm where the guillotine seems like a good idea.

William Burroughs was simultaneously old and young. Part sheriff, part gumshoe. All writer. He had a medicine chest he kept locked, but if you were in pain he would open it. He did not like to see his loved ones suffer. If you were infirm he would feed you. He'd appear at your door with a fish wrapped in newsprint and fry it up. He was inaccessible to a girl but I loved him anyway.

He tried everything from science to voodoo, everything buy prayer. That, at least, I could give him in abundance. I prayed ceaselessly for him, a desperate human prayer. Not for his life, no one could take that cup from him, but for the strength to endure the unendurable.

It occurred to me that I was on a run of suicides. Akutagawa. Dazai. Plath. Death by water, barbiturates, and carbon monoxide poisoning; three fingers of oblivion, outplaying everything.

One cannot approximate truth, add nor take away, for there is no one on earth like the true shepherd and there is nothing in heaven like the suffering of real life.

and men falling like chess pieces carved from the weight of centuries of indiscretions and the slaughter of worshippers and the guns and the guns and the guns and the guns.

What is the heart but a small hand of agonies?

What Salinger found when he examined their world in a fiercely realistic way was an assemblage of unhappy people living unfulfilled lives.

You're too good for this world, and because of that the world will eventually crush you.

because he was a man who had suffered but because he was a man who had suffered and could still crack jokes.

They have trapped Blue into doing nothing, into being so inactive as to reduce his life to almost no life at all. Yes, says Blue to himself, that's what it feels like: like nothing at all. He feels like a man who has been condemned to sit in a room and go on reading a book for the rest of his life. This is strange enough - to be only half alive at best, seeing the world only through words, living only through the lives of others.

I have come to New York because it is the most forlorn of places, the most abject. The brokenness is everywhere, the disarray is universal. You have only to open your eyes to see it. The broken people, the broken things, the broken thoughts. The whole city is a junk heap.

Please, go ahead and improve society if you can, but meanwhile people are suffering, and I have a job to do.

By that point, of course, the girl no longer misses the doll. He has given her something else instead, and by the time those three weeks are up, the letters have cured her of her unhappiness. She has the story, and when a person is lucky enough to live inside a story, to live inside an imaginary world, the pains of this world disappear. For as long as the story goes on, reality no longer exists.

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