Quotes About Suffering

Instead of relishing life, people merely existed. Such was the case with my family.

The biggest danger, that of losing oneself, can pass off in the world as quietly as if it were nothing; every other loss, an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. is bound to be noticed.

?coala suferin?ei e cea mai lung?, c?ci te preg?te?te pentru eternitate

Men," she said as she took my arm and led me to the brightly lit room. "They forget we need to see the outcome of pain before we willingly put ourselves through it. How else would we suffer nine months to have a beautiful child? We already know we have guts.

God, how did I get to this place where my friends sell themselves to keep me alive?

You're moved by love. That means everything. Take it from one who's lost all and then gained more.

A year of hell is worth three minutes in heaven. Or so they say.

You have to suffer and come out the other side, find compassion in the emptiness. Respond by not filling it up. It's no easy thing. It's not what we build, Uncle Austin used to say. It's what we leave alone that makes us who we are. Look around. We cannot improve this place. We can only honor it by receiving its bounty with wisdom and thanks.

Uncle Austin used to say that all of our joy and suffering comes from the same single sacred utterance; that we live by being wounded and healed and wounded again, and healed, one day at a time.

La plata y la estaca me romperán el corazón, mas los hombres jamás me herirán.

The people are suffering. Relieving people's poverty ought to be handled as though one were rescuing them from fire, or saving them from drowning. One cannot hesitate.

It's amazing how little you need to keep starving people strung along.

It's amazing how little you need to keep starving people strung along.

viriditas were no more than a cancer that the rock must suffer.

Capitalism: after a long and vigorous life, now incurable, living in pain. In a coma; become a zombie; without a plan; without any hope of returning to health. So you put it out of its misery.

On her the plants seemed not to have had the effect they had had on him. She seemed truly to abominate them, these little emblems of her body, as if viriditas were no more than a cancer that the rock must suffer.

The thirties were zombie years. Civilization had been killed but it kept walking the Earth, staggering toward some fate even worse than death.

The reason is simple: these things happened. They happened countless times, just like this. The oceans are salt with our tears. No one can deny that these things happened. And so there is no choice in the matter. They cannot escape the wheel of birth and death

tragedy of the time horizon. Meaning we can't imagine the suffering of the people of the future, so nothing much

In it {a film Peter saw} a sadistic sergeant broke the spirit of soldier in a military prison by beating him up at systematically random intervals, from more than a day down to a quarter of an hour, so that the victim never knew when the next attack was coming, never felt safe. Life with Muriel, it seemed to Peter, had over the last seven or eight years turned into a decreasingly bearable version of that.

Pain may be the only reality but if mankind had any sense it would pursue the delusion called happiness. All the philosophers and poets who tell us that pain and suffering have a place and purpose in the cosmic order of things are welcome to them. They are frauds. We justify pain because we do not know what to make of it, nor do we have any choice but to bear it. Happiness alone can make us momentarily larger than ourselves.

El tiempo pasaba sin que ella se diera cuenta de nada. Su dolor engullia el tiempo y era más fuerte que él. El dolor era más fuerte que todo. Todas las cosas estaban hechas de dolor. Ella estaba sufriendo, y en su vida sólo consistía en este sufrimiento. Cada respiración era dolor. «La nada era tranquila y buena» - pensó lentamente-

I have no murders to tell about, but I have joys and sufferings and love. And love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

Gud gjør sin yterste flid også med landstrykerne og later dem leve. Gud har fåt som en nys om at de intet er, at endog deres ødelæggelse er det rene skrôt uten storhet, det er bare simpel elendighet, simpel undergang, men han later dem ånde ind og ånde ut som veiret er til det.