Quotes About Suffering

And here it is. That horrible, beautiful, stretched out moment between stubbing your toe and feeling the hurt. How long do I have before the pain comes? How bad will it be when it does? Gasping, slack-jawed at the foot of the steps, Glokta felt a tingling of anticipation. Here it comes… The

Pardon me,' said Glokta, wiping his running eye with a finger, 'but I spent two years in the Emperor's prisons. I daresay, if I had known I'd be there half that long at the start, I would have made a more concerted effort to kill myself.

El dolor es el mejor combustible para avivar un fuego.

One cannot eliminate unhappiness any more than one can eliminate darkness.

Life being what is is, one dreams of revenge.

When you're in hell," murmured Yarvi, "only a devil can point the way out.

Hundreds of men, struggling and dying by the hellish glare of burning torches, of burning missiles, of burning houses. Friendly could hardly believe it was real. It all looked, false, fake, a model staged for a lurid painting. "The breach at Visserine." he whispered to himself, framing the scene with his hands and imagining it hanging on some rich man's wall.

There aren't many wounds that ever heal all the way, and there are some that hurt more with every day that passes.

War is terrible, isn't it?' 'It blights the landscape, throttles commerce and industry, kills the innocent and rewards the guilty, thrusts honest men into poverty and lines the pockets of profiteers, and in the end produces nothing but corpses, monuments and tall tales.

His lips were split and bloody, his sides covered in darkening bruises, his head lolled sideways, face swollen almost past recognition. In short, he looks like a man ready to confess.

Dignity wasn't much help to the living, it was none to the dead.

Suffering is what gives a man strength, my boy, just as the steel most hammered turns out the hardest.

The King needs money, so he squeezes the nobles. The nobles squeeze their tenants, the tenants squeeze the peasants. Some of them, the old, the weak, the extra sons and daughters, they get squeezed right out the bottom. Too many mouths to feed. The lucky ones make thieves or whores, the rest end up begging.

Someone who'd starved in the camps, who'd lied her way into the hearts and beds of good people, who'd tricked and tortured to betray a cause she halfway believed in for the sake of one she didn't at all, might've felt a little bitter at seeing all this money wasted.

War?' 'It's when a fight gets so big almost no one comes out of it well.

Least I won't have to carry it no more. You see how bloody heavy it is?

But that's what war is. A lot of folk getting killed that don't deserve it.

Eider frowned. Something for her to think about, perhaps? "I would have thought your pain would give you empathy." "Empathy? What's that?" Glokta winced as he rubbed at his aching leg. "It's a sad fact, but pain only makes you sorry for yourself.

My wound existed before; I was born to embody it.

My wound existed before me, I was born to embody it.

Why is there evil in the world? Because sometimes you just wanna fuckin have it, and you don't care who gets hurt.

God loves man, we are told, but love must be proved by facts, not reasons. If you were in a boat and did not save a drowning man, you would burn in Hell for certain; yet God, in His wisdom, feels no need to use His power to save anyone from a single moment of suffering, and in spite of his inaction He is celebrated and revered.

If you were going to live in hell on earth, there was something to be said for being one of the devils.

So many have wept for Jesus on His cross. As if no one else has ever suffered as He suffered. As if millions have not shuffled to worse deaths, and died unremembered.