Quotes About Suffering

To Kiyomori each stall, each soul here seemed borne under by the crushing weight of the world; everyone here was a pitiful weed, trodden underfoot -- a conglomeration of human lives putting down roots in this slime, living and letting live in the struggle to survive; and he was stirred by the fearful and magnificent courage communicated by the scene.

I fear no farther hell than that I feel.

The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

Pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly ... and if left unresolved for very long, you can almost forget that you were ever created to fly in the first place.

Transformation without work and pain, without suffering, without a sense of loss is just an illusion of true change.

Grace doesn't depend on suffering to exist, but where there is suffering you will find grace in many facets and colors.

It is when the suffering of others becomes part of my own experience that I truly know what it is to live and what it is to write. Nothing in the world, perhaps, is so likely to forge a connection between people as pain, because the connection that comes from that source comes from deep in the heart.

It is when the suffering of others becomes part of my own experience that I truly know what it is to live and what it is to write.

That is the real tragedy: poverty and hunger are not as shocking as willful indifference to them.

A fine giornata, la mia giacca di seta era sdrucita, le spalle erano intrise di sangue. Camminavo da solo verso casa, camminavo e piangevo, piangevo e camminavo. Pensavo: ho trasportato quelle monete per un giorno solo e già mi sento a pezzi, chissà quanti tra i miei antenati si sono ammazzati di fatica, per guadagnare quel denaro. Solo allora compresi perché mio padre avesse voluto a tutti i costi monetine di rame e non pezzi d'argento: voleva che capissi com'è duro far soldi.

True pain can only come gradually. It is exactly like tuberculosis in that the disease has already progressed to a critical stage before the patient becomes aware of its symptoms.

Ordinary life is even more horrible than war

The measure of a woman's power is the degree of suffering with which she can punish her lover.

A person who has been seriously wounded does not demand that the bandages that save his life be clean.

I longed for the great sense of relief that death would surely bring if only, like a wrestler, I could wrench the heavy weight of life from my shoulders.

Most writers are perfectly normal in the head and just carry on like wild men; I behave normally but I'm sick inside.

I had perceived dimly, too, that the only physical proof of the existence of consciousness was suffering. Beyond doubt, there was a certain splendor in pain, which bore a deep affinity to the splendor that lies hidden within strength.

I was like a person who has been suffering an unknown disease in an agony of fear: just learning the name of his disease, even though it is an incurable one, gives him a surprising feeling of temporary relief. He knows well, though, that the relief is only temporary. Moreover in his heart he foresees a still more inescapable hopelessness, which, by its very nature, will give a more permanent feeling of relief.

Svoju patnju, koju prihvatam, moram da prihvatim kao dragocenost. Ne postoji nijedan ispira? zlata koji iskopava samo zlato. Ispira? vadi pesak sa korita reke, naslepo, ne razmišljaju?i šta ?e da izvadi iz vode. On bi voleo da je u pesku i zlato, ali možda ga uopšte ne?e biti, on mora da se pomiri sa time. Niko nema povlasticu da unapred odabere ono što želi.

Procurar placer a una mujer es exponerte a cien sinsabores sin un solo beneficio.

Avanzamos entre las víctimas sin recibir una mirada, ni siquiera de reproche. Se nos ignoraba. Simplemente por no haber compartido su desgracia, nuestra existencia había sido borrada de nuestras vidas. No éramos para ellos más que sombras.

How cursed a thing it was! Yes, in the cries of the cicadas that echoed from the surrounding hills, I could hear this eternity, which was like a curse on my head, which had shut me up in the golden plaster.

I ricordi erano causa di ferite ogni giorno più profonde.

A telephone - it seems a long time since I last saw one. It's a strange device, constantly entangling the emotions of human beings within itself, yet capable of uttering nothing more than a simple bell tone. Doesn't it feel any pain from all the loves, the hatreds, and the desires that pass through it? Or is the sound of that bell really a scream of the pain, convulsive and unendurable, that the telephone continually inflicts?