Quotes About Suffering

Truly we are creatures of labor and suffering, and nothing for long. Labor and suffering, and the plain sight of our destiny is the cruelest thing of all.

MEDEA: The children are dead. I say this to make you suffer.

It would have been better far for men To have got their children in some other way, and women Not to have existed. Then life would have been good. CHORUS

The pain is good, as long as you're not laughing.

Death cannot be what Life is, Child; the cup Of Death is empty, and Life hath always hope.

They did attack our herds: you could have seen a woman pull a calf to pieces as it bellowed alive in her bare hands!

Bear witness for one who is loved and not loved: we cast the cloak gently around her, an end of great woe for our house.

If women didn't exist, human life would be rid of all its miseries.

There liveth not in my life any more The hope that others have. Nor will I tell The lie to mine own heart, that aught is well Or shall be well…. Yet, O, to dream were sweet!

Scowlers—I tell thee truth, no more nor less— Life is not life, but just unhappiness

Medea. Loathe on. . . . But, Oh, thy voice. It hurts me sore. Jason. Aye, and thine me. Wouldst hear me then no more?

O cruel Truth, is this thine home-coming?

Is love so small a pain,do you think, for a woman?

Ahimè, sento parole dolorose, peggiori per me di ogni morte. Non essere così crudele da abbandonarmi, te ne prego, per gli dei, per questi figli che lascerai orfani. Non cedere, fatti coraggio! Se tu muori io non sono più niente: solo per te esisto e vivo.

Tanr?lar?n tan?kl???na baÅŸvuruyorum, çocuklar?m? öldürdüÄŸün yetmiyormuÅŸ gibi, onlara dokunmama ve cenazelerini kald?rmama da izin vermiyorsun. Ah, keÅŸke hiç doÄŸmasalard? ve hiç görmeseydim bu ÅŸekilde vahÅŸice öldürüldüklerini.

CHOR. Some dreadful wrath of the Gods hath burst forth, and leads the seed of Tantalus through troubles.

Å'D. O ye inhabitants of my illustrious country, behold, I, this Å'dipus, who alone stayed the violence of the bloodthirsty Sphinx, now, dishonored, forsaken, miserable, am banished from the land. Yet why do I bewail these things, and lament in vain? For the necessity of fate proceeding from the Gods a mortal must endure.

I sprang up, empty-handed, groping round For spear or sword, when, lo, a young strong man Was close to me and slashed, and the sword ran Deep through my flank. I felt its passage well, So deep, so wide, so spreading . . . then I fell. And they, they got the bridles in their hand And fled. . . . Ah! Ah! This pain. I cannot stand.

Wretched, wretched one! Who then or God, or mortal, or [unexpected event, [121] ] having accomplished a way out of inextricable difficulties, will show forth to the sole twain Atrides a release from ills?

Such things accursed war brings in its train

Is love so small a pain for a woman?

for if we, mortals who die, are to have cares even there, I know not where one can turn, for to die is considered the greatest remedy for evils.

But you will bear your sickness more easily both with quiet, and with a noble temper, for it is necessary for mortals to suffer misery.

no man, is ever happy, no one.