Quotes About Suffering

Quería eso, pero esperaba más. Sufre uno por aquello que espera, más que por lo que quiere. Aceptamos que los deseos puedan ser imposibles, pero jamás las expectativas, que son como las deudas del destino.

In my experience, men who respond to good fortune with modesty and kindness are harder to find than those who face adversity with courage. For in the very nature of things, success tends to create pride and blindness in the hearts of men, while suffering teaches them to be patient and strong.

Because it's the pain that brings me pleasure It's that torment that I treasure It's the suffering that keeps me alive It's in this misery that I thrive

Broken down, beaten in again Feel the pain, lose control Bent around, lie and sin All in vain, lost my soul Can I pick myself up again? Just to fall again, lost in sin.

Any kind of uncertainty caused him pain, so we were determined to hide the time that had passed and the memories he'd lost.

The door that would not open no matter how hard you pushed, no matter how long you pounded on it. The screams no one heard. Darkness, hunger, pain. Slow suffocation. One day it occurred to me that I needed to experience the same suffering he had.

Jealousy seems to make me suffer in the most unexpected ways.

Me alivia que sea la voz lo último que vaya a desaparecer —dije—. De esta forma, me veo con mayor predisposición a afrontar el instante final de la manera más tranquila y serena posible, sin tener que pasar por un calvario de dolor, sufrimiento y miseria

Locked in my invisible cage, I am living proof of human rights violations, and I'm not even human

Despair is the price one pays for self-awareness. Look deeply into life, and you'll always find despair.

One doesn't do existential therapy as a freestanding separate theory; rather it informs your approach to such issues as death, which many therapists tend to shy away from.

When you've suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.

Ce n'était pas une vie; on existait, et c'est tout.

When dreams are turned away, death becomes the ultimate salvation….There are only two extremes in human madness: the instant when you become aware of your own impotence and the instant when you become aware of the vulnerability of others. It's a question of accepting one's madness…or suffering it.

Amin, you're not making sense to me. Things have always been this way, since the beginning of time. Some die so others can be saved. You don't believe in the salvation of others?

La guerre.. le succube de la mort, la concubine féconde du malheur.

Moshen has gradually stopped dreaming. The light of his conscience has gone out.

Ognuno inchiodato al legno della sua esistenza a scontare la colpa che non commise e quella che commise.

Come posso cantare queste dolcezze di cui ho colmo il cuore, se Egli mi riempie la bocca di gemiti? Come posso concedermi a queste ore, di cui m'è sorella ogni musica, se Egli mi uccide le parole, mi ruba ogni nota? L'amore e i dolci ricordi, le serate festose e i conviti, tutto disperso dalle Sue impazienze. Ogni cibo amareggiato, ogni oblìo inghiottito dalla Sua voracità. Ogni mia preghiera avvolta nella caligine incandescente.

Consciousness is the chronic pain of life, and all higher organisms suffer it every waking moment.

What a mistake that had been, to create a construct [AI] that could suffer. He knew that now. Life, pain, death, they were no playthings. Biology was serious business, not for amateurs and foolish gods.

Pain is inevitable... Suffering is optional. We will all have to endure trauma and challenges. What matters is how we move forward afterward. Do we keep carrying the trauma and its causes in our mind? Or can we find a way to let go of them, to end our own suffering?...This is where mindfulness can help us.

When we think of other beings with compassion, this makes us happiest. When we consider how to help others avoid suffering and give them contentment, we, ourselves, are the first to benefit.

Fourth: no swamp, no lotus. The most transcendent of flowers grows out of the filth of the swamp. Suffering is like the swamp. If it makes us more humble, more able to sympathize with others and more open to them, then we become capable of transformation and of becoming truly beautiful, like the lotus.