Quotes About Suffering

She remembered Nana saying once that each snowflake was a sigh heaved by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. That all the sighs drifted up into the sky, gathered into clouds, then broke silently on the people below - As a reminder of how women like us suffer, she'd said. How quietly we endure all that falls upon us

I know now that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

There is a way to be good again For you, a thousand times over Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don't have to say anything It's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie

How quietly we endure all that falls upon us.

The impact had cut your upper lip in two, he had said, clean down the middle. Clean down the middle. Like a harelip.

She passed these years in a distant corner of her mind. A dry, barren field, out beyond wish and lament, beyond dream and disillusionment. There, the future did not matter. And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and it accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.

Sólo te permiten ser así de feliz cuando están preparándose para llevarse algo de ti.

Father's world was unsparing. Nothing good came free, even love. You paid for all things, and if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

What I have in ample supply here is children who've lost their childhood. But the tragedy is that these are the lucky ones.

Laila came to believe that of all the hardships a person had to face none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.

It always hurts more to have and loose than not to have in first place

all the hardships a person had to face none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.

Mariam wondered how so many women could suffer the same miserable luck, to have married, all of them, such dreadful men.

I want to scream again, and I remember that last time I felt this way, riding with Baba in the tank of the fuel truck, buried in the dark with other refugees. I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my leg blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away. There will be no other reality tonight.

Dan jika kau miskin, penderitaan menjadi mata uangmu.

I wished I could open my veins and drain his cursed blood from my body.

Kehilangan sesuatu yang kita miliki selalu lebih menyakitkan daripada tidak memiliki sama sekali.

Kabul is . . ." Idris searches for the right words. "A thousand tragedies per square mile.

I see America has infused you with the optimism that has made her so great. That's very good. We're a melancholic people, we Afghans, aren't we? Often, we wallow too much in ghamkhori and self-pity. We give in to loss, to suffering, accept it as a fact of life, even see it as necessary. Zendagi migzara, we say, life goes on.

Kami meninggalkan mayat-mayat itu di jalan, dan kalau keluarga mereka mencoba menyelinap untuk menyeret kembali mayat-mayat itu ke rumah mereka, kami tak akan ragu menembak mereka. Kami membiarkan mayat-mayat itu menjadi santapan anjing. Daging anjing hanya cocok untuk anjing.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls. Laila

that each snowflake was a sigh heaved by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. That all the sighs drifted up the sky, gathered into clouds, then broke into tiny pieces that fell silently on the people below. As a reminder of how women like us suffer. How quietly we endure all that falls upon us.

but, for a moment, standing there with Tariq in the sunlight, it was as though those years had never happened. Her parents' deaths, her marriage to Rasheed, the killings, the rockets, the Taliban, the beatings, the hunger, ever her children, all of it seemed like a dream, a bizarre detour, a mere interlude between that last afternoon together and this moment.

Ispovra?ao sam se u žbunje, a moje grcanje i stenjanje bilo je prigušeno zaglušuju?im urlikom MIG-a.