Quotes About Suffering

And so gentlemen, I learned. Oh, if you have to learn, you learn; if you're desperate for a way out, you learn; you learn pitilessly. You stand over yourself with a whip in your hand; if there's the least resistance, you lash yourself.

No one can crave what truly harms him.

The man in ecstasy and the man drowning—both throw up their arms.

Some deny the existence of misery by pointing to the sun; he denies the existence of the sun by pointing to misery.

There are times when my longing for you overwhelms me […] so often I can think of you only with teeth clenched.

Gregor's serious wound, from which he suffered for over a month - the apple remained imbedded in his flesh as a visible souvenir since no one dared to remove it - seemed to have reminded even his father that Gregor was a member of the family, in spite of his present pathetic and repulsive shape, who could not be treated as an enemy; that, on the contrary, it was the commandment of the family duty to swallow their disgust and endure him, endure him and nothing more.

Always only the desire to die and the not-yet-yielding; this alone is love.

But when I want to draw close to someone, and fully commit myself, then my misery is assured. Then I am nothing, and what can I do with nothingness? I must admit that your letter this morning (by the afternoon it had changed) arrived at just the right moment; I was in need of those very words.

There am I. I cannot leave. I have nothing to complain about. I do not suffer excessively, for I do not suffer consistently, it does not pile up, at least I do not feel it for the time being, and the degree of my suffering is far less than the suffering that is perhaps my due.

Oh, plenty of hope, an infinite amount of hope--but not for us.

I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason.

Es gibt unendlich viel Hoffnung, nur nicht für uns.

El hombre martirizado por sus demonios se venga ciegamente en su prójimo

I felt so weak and unhappy that I buried my face in the ground: I could not bear the strain of seeing around me the things of the earth. I felt convinced that every movement and every thought was forced, and that one had to be on one's guard against them.

Thin, without fever, not cold, not warm, with empty eyes, without a shirt, the young man under the stuffed quilt heaves himself up, hangs around my throat and whispers in my ear, Doctor, let me die.

Oh God, I wish you were not on this earth, but entirely within me, or rather that I were not on this earth, but entirely within you; I feel there is one too many of us; the separation into two people is unbearable.

I have discovered your great wound. You are dying from this flower blooming on your side.

Gece gündüz, uykuda olsun, uyan?k olsun, vücuduna saplanm?? bir oku ta??mak demek. Çekilir ÅŸey deÄŸil bu.

But sometimes I really felt as though the starry sky rose and fell with the gasping of his chest.

Everyone has his cross to bear.

Wherever I turn, the black wave rushes down on me.

I did not fall heavily, nor did I feel any pain, but I felt so weak and unhappy that I buried my face in the ground: I could not bear the strain of seeing around me the things of the earth. I felt convinced that every movement and every thought was forced, and that one had to be one's guard against them. Yet nothing seemed more natural than to lie here on the grass, my arms beside my body, my face hidden.

Auch ist es vielleicht nicht eigentlich Liebe wenn ich sage, daß Du mir das Liebste bist; Liebe ist, dass Du mir das Messer bist, mit dem ich in mir wühle. An Milena Jesenska (14. September 1920)

Write to me only once a week, so that your letter arrives on Sunday — for I cannot endure your daily letters, I am incapable of enduring them. For instance, I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you. I belong to you