Quotes About Suffering

At this period, too, Leningraders resorted to their most desperate food substitutes, scraping dried glue from the underside of wallpaper and boiling up shoes and belts. (Tannery processes had changed, they discovered, since the days of Amundsen and Nansen, and the leather remained tough and inedible.)

Not only can what others are suffering be a consolation while we are suffering, but even knowing what others suffered long ago can be consoling.

Wait, I thought to myself! He wants to wait until everything that once was dear to him is trampled under foot.

Mothers, justifiably fearful for every pfennig and always asking, What's it for? willingly gave up their sons and parts of their sons as long as they kept on playing this march. Once the music has faded away, they'd ask softly, What for? What for?

Anything that keeps one from feeling alone can be a consolation. Not only can what others are suffering be a consolation while we are suffering, but even knowing what others suffered long ago can be consoling.

True, all the streets and roads are very clean, and the school has been freshly painted, but why does that cow have to pull a wagon even though she's pregnant? Why is that child who has filled her apron with grass looking around in fear? And, of course, if you're driving through or looking down from an airplane, you can't see farmer Wurz sitting on his milking stool in the dark barn.

Your only problem is that you can't put up with things. But there are certain things you just have to put up with, to endure. Because eventually they'll pass.

We call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words.

Why don't they cut their own children's ears into points to make them look sharp? Why don't they cut off their noses to make them look plucky? One would be just as sensible as the other. What right have they to torment and disfigure God's creatures?

What right had they to make me suffer like that?

Depression is such a crippling, debilitating illness.

I was her punishment, certainly, she thinks, taking the empty suitcase out from under the bed. As she was mine. But remind me again of our crime?

How many times had Paladin looked into this human face, its features animated by neurological impulse alone? He did not know. Even if he were to sort through his video memories and count them up one by one, he still didn't think he would have the right answer. But after today's mission, human faces would always look different to him. They would remind him of what it felt like to suffer, and to be relieved of suffering.

In the train a Communist denied to me that there was a famine. I flung a crust of bread which I had been eating from my own supply into a spittoon. A peasant fellow-passenger fished it out and ravenously ate it. I threw an orange peel into the spittoon and the peasant again grabbed it and devoured it. The Communist subsided.

It was the emotional equivalent of driving a knife into someone's heart, then viciously twisting it to do even more damage.

Jaenelle leaned over the narrow window seat, gulping in the winter air. "It hurts so much to live here, Daemon," she whimpered as he cradled her in his arms. "Sometimes it hurts so much." "Shh." He stroked her hair. "Shh.

Perhaps not willingly, but pain can make a man do things he wouldn't willingly do.

Iron till it be thoroughly heated is incapable to be wrought; so God sees good to cast some men into the furnace of affliction, and then beats them on his anvil into what frame he pleases.

I went mad, a god hurt me, I fell.

The fact that Anna is somewhere having coffee or a dream is an assault on me. I hate these moments of poverty. What does man eat? ask the phenomenologists. Like the dogs, names, down there, starving.

God's pity! How long will it feel like burning?

trapped in his own bad apple. Each morning a shock to return to the cut soul.

It stung God. They say his spinal cord ran straight out of the sun.

How long will it feel like burning, said the child trying to be kind.