Quotes About Suffering

But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity.

No matter how many things women suffer, nothing can take away their appetite for trouble.

Ow. Ow. That hurt. Ack.. I'm dead.

But what happens when her beauty is torn from her like a cover from a book? Will he care to read her then, although her pages speak of nothing but love for him?

Qué haré? Mas ¿para qué estudio lo que haré, si es evidente que, por más que lo prevenga, que lo estudie y que lo piense, en llegando la ocasión ha de hacer lo que quisiere el dolor, porque ninguno imperio en sus penas tiene?

Tis a dream that I in sadness Here am bound, the scorn of fate;

ROSAURA: Hipogrifo violento que corriste parejas con el viento, ¿dónde, rayo sin llama, pájaro sin matiz, pez sin escama, y bruto sin instinto natural, al confuso laberinto de esas desnudas peñas te desbocas, te arrastras y despeñas? Quédate en este monte, donde tengan los brutos su Faetonte; que yo, sin más camino que el que me dan las leyes del destino, ciega y desesperada bajaré la cabeza enmarañada de este monte eminente, que arruga al sol el ceño de su frente.

Pero véate yo y muera, que no sé, rendido ya, si el verte muerte me da, el no verte qué me diera.

The worst thing I do is to exist. When I think of that I understand A human's greatest crime is to be born!

A man's allowed to make lots of small mistakes, and there's nothing wrong with that. But if the mistakes are big ones and they weigh him down, his only solution is to stop taking himself seriously. It's the only way to avoid suffering - suffering, prolonged, can be fatal.

Nöjena utgöra lockbetet, och slutet på allt är smärta.

Most of us do not take these situations as teachings. We automatically hate them. We run like crazy. We use all kinds of ways to escape -- all addictions stem from this moment when we meet our edge and we just can't stand it. We feel we have to soften it, pad it with something, and we become addicted to whatever it is that seems to ease the pain.

As human beings, not only do we seek resolution, but we also feel that we deserve resolution. However, not only do we not deserve resolution, we suffer from resolution. We don't deserve resolution; we deserve something better than that. We deserve our birthright, which is the middle way, an open state of mind that can relax with paradox and ambiguity.

Human emotional attachment can make animal companions cling to a torturous existence when they would normally prepare themselves for their transitions peacefully.

Every piece of clutter you dissolve back into clear light allows your higher inner blueprint, your soul's destiny, to translate fluidly and accurately into the form of your life. The clearer you become, the easier it is to evolve along with the planet—with no snags, stuckness, or suffering. This is the act of becoming transparent.

Well, life is very cruel. Very.' 'I would say', said Giles, 'it was death that was cruel. Not life.

That he had not behaved as if he adored her, that she would not indeed have left him if he had, that he had most steadfastly refused indeed to become her husband, that he had misused her dreadfully, that he had been ill-tempered and critical of her, that he had been a bad provider, that his own pride had refused to allow her to add so much as one franc of her own money to the family budget – all these things were as nothing to Adele.

Later on I heard that one of the pigs had committed suicide on the quay. It escaped after they had hoisted it from the boat and ran straight for the edge and jumped into the water and there it was crushed between the boat and the wharf until it drowned. It did not even scream.

Hell is a city much like London—A populous and smoky city.

One by one, and two by two,He tossed them human hearts to chew.

Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.

An old, mad, blind, despised and dying king.