Quotes About Suffering

Dying is only bad when it takes a long time and hurts so much that it humiliates you.

Non devo fargli aumentare il dolore, pensò. Il mio non importa. Posso controllarlo. Ma il suo dolore può farlo diventare matto.

Er þér sama um líf og þjáningar annarrar mannveru? Þín að minstakosti. Þú ert kvikindi. Já. Ég hélt þú myndir hjálpa mér Hem. Ég myndi feginn vilja skjóta þig.

you are so brave & quiet i forget you are suffering.

Red swine. Mother rapers. Eaters of the milk of thy fathers.

If there were God, never would He have permitted what I have seen with my eyes. Let them have God.

I hate him, too," she shivered. "I hate his damned suffering.

Me, Mr Wiggins. Me. Me to take the cross. Your cross, Nannan's cross, my own cross. Me, Mr Wiggins. This old stumbling nigger. Y'all axe a lot, Mr Wiggins.

This is perhaps why so many of us who know love fear love. We know that love is not the absence of pain. If anything, love is the promise of pain. No one has loved more deeply than God. Has anyone ever been more betrayed? God would not know suffering if He did not know love. But because He is Love, He chose to suffer on our behalf. Without love there is no glory in suffering.

Questa sventura non la cambierei con la tua servitù, sappilo bene

És fàcil, per al qui es troba lliure de penes, donar consell i fer avertiments als qui pateixen.

Dios nos conduce por el eterno camino de la sabiduría, y la verdad sólo se aprende a costa de sufrirla.

We are willing to concede that the future is unpredictable, but we expect the past to be dependable. Betrayed by our beloved, we suffer the loss of a coherent narrative—the "internal structure that helps us predict and regulate future actions and feelings [creating] a stable sense of self," as psychiatrist Anna Fels defines it.

Often, when one partner insists that they don't yet feel acknowledged, even as the one who hurt them insists they feel terrible, it is because the response is still more shame than guilt, and therefore self-focused. In the aftermath of betrayal, authentic guilt, leading to remorse, is an essential repair tool. A sincere apology signals a care for and commitment to the relationship, a sharing of the burden of suffering

An infant, in his first sleepiness, must let go of the world; a man must learn to die. What comes between are the grains of sand. Ambition. Loss. Envy. Desire. Hatred. Love. Tenderness. Joy. Shame. Loneliness. Ecstasy. Ache. Surrender.

Don't fear suffering. The strongest steel is forged in the hottest fire. The facts are always friendly. Without a little agony, none of us would bother to learn a thing. The earth has to be tilled before the seeds can be planted.

Some things suck; they hurt bad. The question is, Do you have the courage to let them?

Looking at ourselves through the eyes of those living in places where human tragedy is still embedded in complex religious and cultural narratives, we get a glimpse of our modern selves as a deeply insecure and fearful people. We are investing our great wealth in researching and treating this disorder because we have rather suddenly lost other belief systems that once gave meaning and context to our suffering.

Wanneer een S.S.-man me dood zou trappen, dan zou ik nog opkijken naar z'n gezicht en me met angstige verbazing en menselijke belangstelling afragen: Mijn God kerel, wat is er met jou allemaal voor verschrikkelijks in je leven gebeurd, dat je tot zùlke dingen komt?

But the guilt of outliving those you love is justly to be borne, she thought. Outliving is something we do to them. The fantasies of dying could be no stranger than the fantasies of living. Surviving is perhaps the strangest fantasy of them all.

Assassin! Misérable! Tu m'as tuée et maintenant tu ne veux pas que je m'empoisonne!

dve stvari su za mene neprihvatljive: biti ro?en i onda umreti. samo to nisam tražio, i to nikako ne prihvatam.

My heart's like a wounded beast, clawing me in its death-throes . . . My stomach's a bottomless pit, my mouth a funnel of fire. Hunger and thirst, hunger and thirst . . .

I've longed for fulfillment and all I find is torment. I had to choose between peace and passion. I chose passion, fool that I was!