Quotes About Suffering

The sky was the color of a migraine.

Someone probably a lot smarter than me said hell is other people. I say you're in hell when you don't give to someone who needs, because you can't bear to have less.

People were entranced by flame and repelled by human suffering, and wasn't that some kind of design flaw?

he thought how the young are pierced by love, innocent bodies torn and ruined for no reason, save that it suited someone who held them dear.

Too many people die in hospitals, and if you can't be helped, you have to wonder why.

He had no doubt that Merrin had called out to God here in this place while she was been raped and killed, in her heart if not with her voice. God's reply had been that due to the high volume of calls she could expect to be on hold until she was dead.

The mad sometimes drilled holes in their own heads, to let the demons out, to relieve the pressure of thoughts they could no longer bear.

GOD BURNED ALIVE ONLY DEVILS NOW.

He was like a holy person in a Bible story, someone who can heal the ripped and infected parts of you with a laying-on of hands. You know how Bible stories go. That kind of person, they're never around long. Losers and jerks put nails in them and watch the air run out.

As pessoas eram fascinadas pelo fogo e repelidas pelo sofrimento humano, e não seria isso uma espécie de erro de projeto?

He felt he was being swept away, not just from his life but from God, the idea of God, or hope, or reason, the idea that things made sense, that cause followed effect, and it ought not to be like this, Ig felt, death ought not to be like this, even for sinners. He

Com todos nós andando com uma sentença de morte gravada na própria pele, qual a necessidade de se punir? Fomos todos considerados culpados de sermos humanos. Existem crimes piores.

I liked it better when you were dying," Allie said. "You didn't bitch so much." "Look sharp, Allie. I think you missed a pothole back there. You don't want to break up your streak of dragging me over every one." Allie

Horror was rooted in sympathy, after all, in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.

What's He ever done for you?" Ig asked her. "Does he make it hurt less when people laugh at you behind your back? Or more- because for His sake you're all alone in the world?

What a blessed, if painful thing, this being alive.

It was entirely possible, she saw now, for them to have their cake and rape and murder it, too.

It was a childhood of mud, barking dogs, barbed wire, dilapidated farm buildings, squealing pigs with their flaking skin and squashed-in faces, and little human contact, beyond a mother who sat most of the day at the kitchen table wearing the slack, staring aspect of someone who had been lobotomized, and his father, who ruled their acres of pig shit and ruin with his angry laughter and his fists.

Breathing the air was like swallowing broken glass.

Hated them worse than he'd ever hated Sartoris or Aur Myss or anything in his life. Hated them with an intensity he'd never imagined himself capable of. It was as if all the molten fear he'd suffered up till now had hardened into glassy black peaks of pure rage.

The innocent suffered while evil thrived, and to the victors went the spoils.

She walked past the TV, the smoky blue light illuminating the sharp planes of her face, and I saw that her eyes had the dazed, insomniac glassiness of a long-term drug user or someone who'd been abused so long that she'd ceased to feel anything at all.

I was going into shock. The pain wasn't getting any better, and I thought that I would probably black out before I found out how this was going to end. Just as well—I was never particularly good at finishing things.

Yet here I am, Zahara thought now, queen of her own miniature kingdom, after all, duchess of the empty bunks, and our lady of the perpetual stomachache. Involuntary lust-object of a hundred emotionally frustrated prison guards and deprived stormtroopers. Dispenser of medicine, charged with keeping the inmates of the Imperial Prison Barge Purge alive long enough to be permanently detained on some remote prison moon.