Quotes About Suffering

They die of love—inside. After

Me abruma la miseria humana, ya sea física o moral. Siempre existió, está bien; pero en los viejos tiempos se ofrecía a un Dios, cualquiera. Hoy, en el mundo, hay millones de personas indigentes, y su angustia ya no va a ninguna parte. Nuestro tiempo, además, es un tiempo de miseria sin arte, es lamentable. El hombre está desnudo, despojado de todo, incluso de la fe en sí mismo

Suffering exhibits itself; pleasure and the needs of the flesh hang their heads in shame.

La mayoría de la gente no muere hasta el último momento; otros empiezan veinte años antes y a veces más. Son los desgraciados de la tierra.

Tout ça c'est des regrets qui ne font pas bouillir la marmite.

De mensen zitten barstensvol medelijden voor invaliden en blinden, je kunt gerust zeggen dat ze een hele voorraad liefde achter de hand hebben. Dat had ik al heel vaak gemerkt. 't Wemelt van dat soort liefde. Je kunt niet het tegendeel beweren. 't Is alleen zo jammer dat de mensen toch zo honds blijven, met zoveel liefde in voorraad. Het komt er niet uit, dat is het. Het zit binnenin en het blijft binnenin, ze hebben er niets aan. Ze gaan kapot aan die liefde, binnenin.

Niciodat? sau aproape niciodat? cei neînsemnaÅ£i nu se întreab? care sunt cauzele tuturor relelor ce le îndur?. Se ur?sc doar unii pe alÅ£ii, ÅŸi asta-i de ajuns.

Dragostea e infinitul aflat la îndemâna javrelor care se c??elesc.

Ž?l tikai, ka cilv?ki nomirst t?di maitas ar tik lieliem m?lest?bas ietaup?jumiem. Tie gluži vienk?rši neizn?k lauk?. M?lest?ba ir iestr?gusi, t? paliek iekš?, t? vi?iem neko nedod. M?lest?ba vi?us nobeidz – no iekšpuses.

Para el pobre existen en este mundo dos grandes formas de palmarla, por la indiferencia absoluta de sus semejantes en tiempos de paz o por la pasión homicida de los mismos en tiempos de guerra.

It's harder to lose the wish to love than the wish to live.

C'est pas vrai ! La race, ce que t'appelles comme ça, c'est seulement ce grand ramassis de miteux dans mon genre, chassieux, puceux, transis, qui ont échoué ici poursuivis par la faim, la peste, les tumeurs et le froid, venus vaincus des quatre coins du monde. Ils ne pouvaient pas aller plus loin à cause de la mer. C'est ça la France et puis c'est ça les Français.

Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.

Poverty is a giant who uses your features like a piece of cotton waste to wipe a filthy world.

A poor man in this world can be done to death in two main ways, by the absolute indifference of his fellows in peacetime or by their homicidal mania when there's a war.

Evrende ac? oldu?u kadar merhemi de vard?r ve bu merhem unutu?tur. - Sayfa 28

Anxiety and anticipation, I was to learn, are the essential ingredients in suffering from pain, as opposed to feeling pain pure and simple.

At times I was desperate and could find no solace anywhere. Nothing seemed to work, and the weight of being trapped in my own body made it difficult to lift even a hand off the sheets.

and knew without doubt that I was living in a story Kafka would have been proud to write.

A broken heart in real life isn't half as dreadful as it is in books. It's a good deal like a bad tooth, though you won't think THAT a very romantic simile. It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it.

Those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths and the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply.

No pain can be greater than the pain of one person. [...] In other words, no suffering can be greater than that of one human being. [...} The whole planet cannot suffer more than a lone soul.

You don't know what it means to live the life that you could have lived, if an event over which you have no control, an unforeseeable circumstance, had not distracted and diverted you, and at times crushed you, as has happened to me.

For man never reasons so much and becomes so introspective as when he suffers;