Quotes About Suffering

Often in the past he had wondered what it would be like to be subjected (soma-less and with nothing but his own inward resources to rely on) to some great trial, some pain, some persecution; he had even longed for affliction.

As recently as a week ago, in the Director's office, he had imagined himself courageously resisting, stoically accepting suffering without a word. The Director's threats had actually elated him, made him feel larger than life.

There are born victims, born to have their throats cut.

Ebbene, si disse il Selvaggio in tono di sfida io reclamo il diritto d'essere infelice

Una de las principales funciones de nuestros amigos estriba en sufrir (aunque de una forma simbólica) los castigos que nos gustaría infligir, y no podemos, a nuestros enemigos.

Ja nie chcÄ™ wygody. Ja chcÄ™ Boga, poezji, prawdziwego niebezpieczeÅ"stwa, wolnoÅ›ci, cnoty. ChcÄ™ grzechu. - Inaczej mówiÄ…c - stwierdziÅ' Mustafa Mond - domaga siÄ™ pan prawa do bycia nieszcz??liwym. - No wiÄ™c dobrze - rzekÅ' Dzikus wyzywajÄ…cym tonem - domagam siÄ™ prawa do bycia nieszcz??liwym.

Daimi bir yokolu?, ayn? zamanda saf bir varolu?tur.

All this talk about 'suffering humanity' is principally drivel based on the error of transferring one's own psychology to one's neighbour. The Golden Rule is silly. If Lord Alfred Douglas (for example) did to others what he would like them to do to him, many would resent his action.

My friend tells me that memory fails me in part because nature mercifully wishes to hide from us things which are painful. The spider-web of protective forgetfulness is woven over the mouth of the cave which conceals the raw head and bloody bones of our misfortunes. But the greatest men, says King Lamus, are those that refuse to be treated like squalling children, who insist on facing reality in every form, and tear off ruthlessly the bandages from their own wounds.

Tendré que seguir lavando las calderas? ¿Tendré que seguir comiendo bambúes? Como salidas de las entrañas, las interrogaciones se apretaban, cobrando, en coro, el desgarrado gemir de los pueblos llevados al exilio para construir mausoleos, torres o interminables murallas. ¡Oh, padre, mi padre, cuan largo es el camino! ¡Oh, padre, mi padre cuan largo es el penar!

Y comprendía, ahora, que el hombre nunca sabe para quién padece y espera. Padece y espera y trabaja para gentes que nunca conocerá, y que a su vez padecerán y esperarán y trabajarán para otros que tampoco serán felices, pues el hombre ansía siempre una felicidad situada más allá de la porción que le es otorgada.

Prison, the supreme trap . . . where a language without words finally reveals to him the expiatory meaning of these last days.

The old man began to lose heart at this endless return of chains, this rebirth of shackles, this proliferation of suffering, which the more resigned began to accept as proof of the uselessness of all revolt (171-172).

The more you lose, the more is to be lost, yet it matters less.

One of the most despicable religious fallacies is that suffering is ennobling, that it is a step on the path to some kind of enlightenment or salvation.

And yet from thought of death, my friends, I shrink; I want to live - to suffer and to think, To taste of care and grief and tribulation, Of rapture and of sweet exhilaration; Be drunk with harmony; touch fancy's strings And freely weep o'er its imaginings... And love's last flash, its smile of farewell tender My sad decline may yet less mournful render.

Ljubav je kapljica nebeske rose koju nebesa kanuše u kaljužu života da mu zaslade gorkost.

Então pensou que, por mais incompreensível que seja a vida, provavelmente nós a cruzamos com o único desejo de retornar ao inferno que nos gerou, e de viver ali, ao lado de quem, uma vez, nos salvou daquele inferno.

Edel, ¿hay algún modo de conseguir hombres que no hagan daño? Eso debe de habérselo preguntado Dios también, en su momento.

First is my name, second those eyes, third a thought, fourth the coming of the night, fifth those mangled bodies, sixth is hunger, seventh is horror, eighth the specters of madness, ninth is meat, and tenth is a man who watches me but does not kill me.

C'est une souffrance étrange. Doucement. -Mourir de nostalgie pour quelque chose que tu ne vivras jamais.

Anche se dovesse far male da morire, è vivere che voglio.

porque no hay nada en la faz de la tierra, nada que respire o camine, nada tan infeliz como lo es el hombre.

Non c'è eroismo nelle pene che ci si infligge da soli.