Quotes About Suffering

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me?Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?

Dois dias é muito para quem viveu de água fria e maus pensamentos. Nelly para Catherine, quando Catherine delirara durante dias.

mr heathcliff, you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty rises from your greater misery! (cathy to heathcliff, ch. XV, p. 288)

One hoped, and the other despaired: they chose their lots, and were righteously doomed to endure them.

Je lui ai donné mon cÅ"ur, il l'a pris, l'a broyé et me l'a rejeté mort. C'est avec le cÅ"ur qu'on sent, Hélène ; puisqu'il a détruit le mien, je n'ai plus le pouvoir de rien ressentir pour lui.

Mi existencia se resumiría en dos frases: condenación y muerte.

May you not rest, as long as I am living! You said I killed you - haunt me, then!

Perdonarte cuando veo esos ojos y toco esas manos enflaquecidas! Bésame, pero no me mires. Sí; te perdono. ¡Amo a quien me mata! Pero ¿Cómo puedo perdonar a quien te mata a ti?

Mi existencia se resumiría en dos frases: condenación y muerte. La existencia sin ella sería un infierno

And if you flatter yourself that I don't perceive it, you are a fool; and if you think I can be consoled by sweet words, you are an idiot; and if you fancy I'll suffer unrevenged, I'll convince you of the contrary[.]

My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part if it.

Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers, From those brown hills, have melted into spring: Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering!

Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes...

A che scopo esisterei, se fossi tutta contenuta in me stessa? I miei grandi dolori, in questo mondo, sono stati i dolori di Heathcliff, io li ho tutti indovinati e sentiti dal principio. Il mio gran pensiero, nella vita, è lui. Se tutto il resto perisse e lui restasse, io potrei continuare ad esistere; ma se tutto il resto durasse e lui fosse annientato, il mondo diverrebbe, per me, qualche cosa di immensamente estraneo: avrei l'impressione di no farne più parte.

Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

I like a look of agony, because I know it's true

There is a pain – so utter – It swallows substance up – Then covers the Abyss with Trance – So Memory can step Around – across – opon it – As one within a Swoon – Goes safely – where an open eye – Would drop Him – Bone by Bone.

There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.

I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God! Angels, twice descending, Reimbursed my store. Burglar, banker, father, I am poor once more!

Narcotics cannot still the Tooth That nibbles at the soul --

IX. The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die.

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Require sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear.