Quotes About Suffering

I am not a pessimist. I suffer and I complain, but I don't know if suffering is the general rule or if it is human to suffer... I am not a pessimist, I am merely sad.

La vida práctica siempre me ha parecido el menos cómodo de los suicidios.

Io stesso, che soffoco dove sono e perchè sono, dove mai respirerei meglio se la malattia è nei miei polmoni e non nelle cose che mi circondano?

No one loves anyone else; he loves What he finds of himself in other. Don't fret if others don't love you. They feel Who you are, and you're a stranger. Be who you are, even if never loved. Secure in yourself, you will suffer Few Sorrows. 10 August 1932

Art frees us, illusorily, from the squalor of being. While feeling the wrongs and sufferings endured by Hamlet, prince of Denmark, we don't feel our own, which are vile because they're ours and vile because they're vile.

He was constitutionally condemned to suffer all kinds of anxieties, but fated to abandon them all. I never met a more extraordinary man. He had abdicated everything to which he was by nature destined, but not out of any kind of asceticism. Though naturally ambitious, he savored the pleasure of having no ambitions at all.

I don't complain about the horrors of life. I complain only about the horrors of my life. The only important fact for me is the fact that I exist and that I suffer and cannot entirely dream myself out of feeling that suffering.

Se um homem escreve bem só quando está bêbado dir-lhe-ei: embebede-se. E se ele me disser que o seu fígado sofre com isso, respondo: o que é o seu fígado? É uma coisa morta que vive enquanto você vive, e os poemas que escrever vivem sem enquanto.

It seemed to suggest various kinds: hardships, anxieties, and the suffering born of the indifference that comes from having already suffered a lot.

Some are exploited by God himself, and they are prophets and saints in this vacuous world.

How little hope ever attains! – Fernando Pessoa, from "The Scaffold," A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems (Penguin Classics, 2006)

Eu nu m? plâng de lume.Nu protestez în numele universului.Nu sunt pesimist.Eu suf?r ÅŸi plâng,dar nu ÅŸtiu dac? ceea ce exist? în general e suferin??,nici nu ÅŸtiu dac? e omeneÅŸte s? suferi.Suf?r,îns? nu ÅŸtiu dac? pe bun? dreptate.Eu nu sunt pesimist,sunt trist.

Tudo se me tornou insuportável, exceto a vida

No fundo, acredite, o que somos de mais doloroso é o que não somos realmente, e as nossas maiores tragédias passam-se na ideia que fazemos de nós.

To understand, I destroyed myself.

Citesc ca ÅŸi cum m-aÅŸ afla în trecere.Åži tocmai la clasici,la cei calmi,la cei care,dac? sufer?,nu p spun.

In every case, the nobler the genius, the less noble the fate. A small genius gets fame, a great genius gets obloquy, a greater genius gets despair; a god gets crucifixion.

Death guides us, death seeks us out, death accompanies us. All we have is Death, all we want is Death, Death is all we want to want.

We were born into the midst of metaphysical anguish, moral anxiety and political disquietude

It's by the door of thought and the window of observation that suffering comes into one's house.

My pride was stoned by blind men, my disillusion trampled on by beggars .....

Oggi la mia anima è triste fino al corpo. Tutto me stesso mi duole: la memoria, gli occhi, le braccia.

I read as one who's passing through. And it's in classical writers, in the calm-spirited, in those who if they suffer don't mention it, that I feel like a holy transient, an anointed pilgrim, a contemplator for no reason of a world with no purpose, Prince of the Great Exile, who as he was leaving gave the last beggar the ultimate alms of his desolation.

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