Quotes About Suffering

Morir no es casi nada, algo pasado, pero vivir incluye el morir muchas veces sin tener al alivio de estar muerto.

Why joys so scantily disburse, Why Paradise defer, Why floods are served to us in bowls,— I speculate no more.

The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain.

I've got a Tomahawk in my side but that don't hurt me much.

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.

The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost -- The Summit is not given to Him who strives severe At middle of the Hill -- But He who has achieved the Top -- All -- is the price of All

I tell you, it is a Suffering, to have a sea - no care how Blue - between your Soul, and you.

Noi che abbiamo l'Anima moriamo piú spesso

Dicen que el tiempo cura, pero el tiempo jamás cura de nada, lo que duele de veras duele más con la edad, como pasa a los tendones.

A un cuore in pezzi Nessuno s'avvicini Senza l'alto privilegio Di avere sofferto altrettanto.

To fight aloud, is very brave- But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe- Who win, and nations do not see- Who fall- and none observe- Whose dying eyes, no Country Regards with patriot love- We trust, in plumed procession For such, the Angels go- Rank after rank, with even feet- And Uniforms of snow.

Of Course - I prayed - And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird - had stamped her foot - And cried Give Me - My Reason - Life - I had not had - but for Yourself - 'Twere better Charity To leave me in the Atom's Tomb - Merry, and Nought, and gay, and numb - Than this smart Misery.

Brewed from decades of agony! To think just how the fire will burn, Just how long-cheated eyes will turn

Not even God can heal; For 't is his institution, — The complement of hell.

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.

It burned me in the night, It blistered in my dream;

Tis not that Dying hurts us so— 'Tis Living—hurts us more— — Emily Dickinson, from "'Tis not that Dying hurts us so—," [335], The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little, Brown & Co.,1960)

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

Ronan lived in the world held by people who loved him and fed him and talked with him and met him on his own terms. When he died, he will have been fully loved from his first breath to his last and then after. That full uncompromising love, powerful and sometimes painful, was perhaps the only miracle worth believing in.

of human traffic that connected all nations into one great suffering body.

It was easy to lose a part of your body, it seemed to her; there were so many ways, it was a wonder anybody reached their death intact.

pain is like water, it spreads out as soon as she lies down.

Those fruity stenches brought Lib back to Scutari, where the sedatives always seemed to run out halfway through a run of amputations. As

It stands to reason that those who assault nature will suffer at her hands in the end.