Quotes About Suffering

So, when all of our people did not stop raiding, the Americans made war on all of the Navajos. They burned our crops, killed our livestock, and cut down our peach trees. They drove our people into exile. They sent us on the Long Walk.

The demon that you can swallow gives you its power, and the greater life's pain, the greater life's reply.

Love is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. The stronger the love, the more the pain. Love itself is pain, you might say -the pain of being truly alive. [...] But love bears all things. [...] Love itself is pain, you might say - the pain of being truly alive.

All life stinks and you must embrace that with compassion.

Suddenly you're ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you're alive and its spectacular.

Privation and suffering alone open the mind to all that is hidden to others. (Igjugarjuk)

The secret cause of all suffering," he said, "is mortality itself, which is the prime condition of life. It cannot be denied if life is to be affirmed.

There is an important idea in Nietzsche, of Amor fati , the love of your fate, which is in fact your life. As he says, if you say no to a single factor in your life, you have unravelled the whole thing. Furthermore, the more challenging or threatening the situation or context to be assimilated and affirmed, the greater the stature of the person who can achieve it. The demon you can swallow gives you its power, and the greater life's pain, the greater life's reply.

The encounter and separation, for all its wildness, is typical of the sufferings of love. For when a heart insists on its destiny, resisting the general blandishment, then the agony is great; so too the danger. Forces, however, will have been set in motion beyond the reckoning of the senses. Sequences of events from the corners of the world will draw gradually together, and miracles of coincidence bring the inevitable to pass.

When the Buddha declares there is escape from sorrow, the escape is Nirvana, which is not a place, like heaven, but a psychological state of mind in which you are are released from desire and fear. And your life becomes harmonious, centered and affirmative. Even with suffering. The Buddhists speak of the bodhisattva - the one who knows immortality, yet voluntarily enters into the field of the fragmentation of time and participates willingly and joyfully in the sorrows of the world.

We are all reflexes of the image of the Bodhisattva. The sufferer within us is that divine being.

And so every one of us shares the supreme ordeal--carries the cross of the redeemer--not in the bright moments of his tribe's great victories, but in the silences of his personal despair.

The word compassion means literally suffering with. Of course compassion condones suffering in that it recognizes yes, suffering is life.

Minden szenvedés titkos oka - írta - maga a halandóság, amely egyúttal az élet elsÅ'dleges feltételét is alkotja. Ha igent akarunk mondani az èletre, akkor nem tagadhatjuk meg annak végességét sem.

Where your pain is, there is your life, you might say.

the only true wisdom lives far from mankind, out in the great loneliness, and can be reached only through suffering. Privation and suffering alone open the mind to all that is hidden to others.' 

By dint of waiting, he hoped his heart would wear out and stop beating. What other way was there to stop loving someone?

The mortal sickness of a mind too unhappy to be kind.

The Christian does not consider death to be the end of his life, but the end of his troubles.

All crimes, all hatreds, all wars can be reduced to unhappiness.

To be right with God has often meant to be in trouble with men.

When the lad for longing sighs, Mute and dull of cheer and pale, If at death's own door he lies, Maiden, you can heal his ail. Lovers' ills are all to buy: The wan look, the hollow tone, The hung head, the sunken eye, You can have them for your own. Buy them, buy them: eve and morn Lovers' ills are all to sell. Then you can lie down forlorn; But the lover will be well.

Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here I am in hell.

Un hombre que se deslizaba desesperadamente cuesta abajo, incapaz de pagarse la ropa, la luz ó los alimentos; viviendo igual que una rata en el fondo de una embarcación abandonada, escurriéndose furtivamente por calles laterales, sufriendo a causa del talento frustrado y las oportunidades desperdiciadas.