Quotes About Suffering

Demons were said to be cruel, but a demon would never have been so brutal as this. A demon merely called you by name, threw his arms around you, whispered his plight, understood yours, then took you for his own.

I'm fated to lose everyone I ever love, April said. I already know that. Of course you are, Jet responded in her calm, measured tone. That's what it means to be alive.

If this was what angels observed when they gazed upon our world, how we might murder each other and cause one another agony, then I pitied them as I pitied no others.

I had been blind to the pain of others until I had my own burden to carry.

Women were hurt every day and kept the cause to themselves.

Life was like a book, Jet thought, but one you would never finish. You would never know how people would wind up; the good often suffered and the wicked prospered and there was no explanation for the way in which fate was meted out as there was in novels.

How had love come to this? This twisted dark place. The phone calls, the fear, the look on his face when he drove by the house.

What she feels for him is so deep, she aches. She supposes this is what people refer to when they say the pangs of love, as if your innermost joy cannot help but cause you anguish as well.

He carried so much suffering that it radiated out in waves. Sorrow is like that: whenever a person runs, it comes after him; it leaves an endless trail of pain.

Every step I took hurt, I walked on daggers, on hot blue fire. Not holding him was like not breathing, not being quite alive. As

He was withdrawing. I think it was getting harder for him to accept his fate. Like a bird in a cage, he grew silent.

Over the years I had grown attached to it, as men grow attached to their miseries and their burdens.

Elv felt cold. Claire wrapped her arms around her. There was no way for her to ever thank her sister, no words that would ever do. Something bad had happened to Elv instead of to her.

but inside she was broken, made of bones and black ribbons, blood and darkness.

Life is a tragedy.

She understood love. What destroys you saves you, she had told me.

Mrs. Farrell told me that no man was a monster, not even Heathcliff, and that most people's misdeeds were rooted in the treatment they'd received in the world.

I had always done as he asked, not because I was bound to do so by duty but because I saw the depth of who he was and how he himself suffered.

Ignore love, she now understood, and a person might bleed forever, even if no one could tell.

I'm sorry this happened to you, Marie,' he said wearily. 'There's a lot of cruelty in the world.' And then he waved his hat to indicate the paths through the park and all the people on them. 'You'll be lucky if this is your worst taste of it.

She saw how the skim of filth, which was despair, which was hopelessness, fell like soot on the lives of the poor.

The madness with which suffering was dispersed in the world defied logic.

Mr. Persichetti called his patients God's mistakes. He pressed

Not to take one's own suffering seriously, to make light of it or even to laugh at it, is considered good manners in our culture.