Quotes About Suffering

Ölümü sab?rs?zl?kla bekleyerek ama hiç s?zlanmadan öldü.

I tada, kao i danas, svet beše surov; samo su ga sr?ani mogli proputovati, ali i bednici, koji se na sve priviknu.

Yo agonicé con él, yo morí con él, yo de algún modo me he perdido con él; por eso, fui implacable.

There is no greater comfort than the idea that we have chosen our own misfortunes.

I kept getting close to happiness and have stood in the shadow of suffering.

No sé cuántos días y noches rodaron sobre mí. Doloroso, incapaz de recuperar el abrigo de las cavernas, desnudo en la ignorada arena, dejé que la luna y el sol jugaran con mi aciago destino.

In a bronze chamber, before the silent handkerchief of the strangler, hope has been faithful to me, as has panic in the river of pleasure.

Uneltele mele de lucru sunt umilin?a ?i angoasa; Ce n-a? da s? m? fi n?scut mort!

If ten thousand people die with you, their participation in your lot will not make you be ten thousand times more hungry nor multiply the time of your agony ten thousand times. Do not let yourself be overcome by the horrible sum of human sufferings; such a sum does not exist. Neither poverty nor pain are cumulative.

Em Roma conversei com filósofos que pensavam que prolongar a vida do homem era prolongar a sua agonia e multiplicar o número das suas mortes.

Un buen esclavo les costaba mil dólares y no duraba mucho. Algunos cometían la ingratitud de enfermarse y morir. Había que sacar de esos inseguros el mayor rendimiento. Por eso los tenían en los campos desde el primer sol hasta el último; por eso requerían de las fincas una cosecha anual de algodón o tabaco o azúcar.

El prófugo espera la libertad. Entonces los mulatos nebulosos de Lazarus Morell se transmitían una orden que podía no pasar de una seña y lo libraban de la vista, del oído, del tacto, del día, de la infamia, del tiempo, de los bienhechores, de la misericordia, del aire, de los perros, del universo, de la esperanza, del sudor y de él mismo.

Si el honor y la sabiduría y la felicidad no son para mí, que sean para otros. Que el cielo exista, aunque mi lugar sea el infierno. Que yo sea ultrajado y aniquilado, pero que en un instante, en un ser, Tu enorme Biblioteca se justifique.

This City" (I thought) "is so horrible that its mere existence and perdurance, though in the midst of a secret desert, contaminates the past and the future and in some way even jeopardizes the stars. As long as it lasts, no one in the world can be strong or happy.

I didn't want to be an immigrant. I was forced to be an immigrant. Alexis de Tocqueville, the French writer, said that the powerful and the happy never go into exile. He was right.

Dios no ha creado los sufrimientos infernales, el infierno es fruto de la deformación de cada espíritu.

Finally, it is no longer completely fantastic to think that a day may come when not the executioners alone will deny the inalienable rights of men, but when even the victims will not be able to say why it is that they are suffering injustice.

Build it all up, and it all falls down. It all burns down. Everything you need can be taken. Remember that, nieces. Everything you hold dear, it can be taken.

Believe your pain.' This awful bear hug is no mistake. Nothing that disturbs you is. Remember all along that there is no embrace in this world that won't finally unclasp.

Ah, how much more soothing (that is to say, if one should get the choice) to be wiped off the earth by hell-bound fiends than by neurotics.

The moral victory itself may not be so moral after all, not only because suffering often has a narcissistic aspect to it, but also because it renders the victim superior, that is, better than his enemy. Yet no matter how evil your enemy is, the crucial thing is that he is human; and although incapable of loving another like ourselves, we nonetheless know that evil takes root when one man starts to think that he is better than another.

In the afterlife, the pain that kills here no doubt continues.

And wagged our shaven heads, in that place where men spit on floors -- where sometimes we are given fish to eat, but never knife or fork to eat it with.

Our ancestors saw what war does to human beings. When we must fight other humans, injure and kill them, we also injure a part of ourselves. Our spirits become sick from contact with the enemy.