Quotes About Suffering

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

It is the absence of hope, which equals the despair that is the punishment.

I'm alive but I have no life. I'm alive but also dead. I'm dead and alive.

Death is the prerequisite to resurrection, the new life God intends.

Why bother inflicting enormous pain on yourself when sooner or later Life would certainly get around to doing it for you?

Have you ever been torn between two impossibilities and knew in your heart that no matter which way you went or which path you chose that you were doomed to unhappiness?

The lives God gives to us, the awful things we can't escape from. Sometimes I think that sort of God would enjoy making hell for us after we die.

Therapy is not to 'talk about' things, but to change the person's life, and to relieve suffering, such as depression, anxiety, or relationship problems.

Because I'm selfish. I'm a coward. I'm the kind of girl who, when she might actually be of use, would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn't follow to suffer and die.

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.

Life sucks, then you die. Then it sucks again.

The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off, But now I have been run over and I am in the hands of the hospital staff.

The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.

The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives - the life of thought, and that of reality.

There are three great events in our lives: birth, life and death. Of birth we have no conscience; with death, we suffer; and, concerning life, we forget to live it.

Life is hard, we say. An oyster's life is worse. She lives motionless, soundless, her own cold ugly shape her only dissipation.

A morbid propensity that causes great suffering in domestic life is often curiously infectious to the very person for whom it creates most suffering.

Only He who really lived a human life (and I presume that only one did) can fully taste the horror of death.

Life is hard and it gets worse and worse and worse.

Life is nothing but rags and tags and filthy rags at that.

Life is pain...anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something

Why must all of the operations in life be performed without an anesthetic?

How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it's to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?