Quotes About Suffering

Your evil is that you cannot be evil. And I shall suffer for it no longer!

I'm ashamed, ashamed that I want you and that it sustains me to think, just to think, that because of all you've lost, you might love me.

It was only that I'd suffered like that, hour after hour, that I'd gone into the circle of hell and come back out. They hadn't been in the circle of hell. And I felt quiet all over. In this common occurrence, I understood the meaning of utter loneliness.

I adore my Queen and I am here with you. I love you both. I yield to that entirely as well as everything else and even the knowledge I may be punished. And when I am punished, I shall dread it, and suffer it and understand it and accept it. when you accept you will flower in the pain, you will flower in your suffering

I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself. I

Love. Who knows about another's love? The more you love the more you know the burnt out loss of love, the more you heed the silence of unknowing in the face of another's spiritual bondage.

Dead. things, dead things. . . I said. Come no closer. Talking of madness and love, in this reeking place! And that old monster, Magnus, locking them up in his dungeon. How did he love them, his captives? The way boys love butterflies when they rip off their wings!

I struck him down for Deborah, and for all the poor and ignorant women I have seen screaming in the flames, for the women who have expired on the rack or in cold prison cells, for the families destroyed and for the villages laid waste by these awful lies.

buckled under the weight of a loneliness so terrible I would have chosen death then if only I'd had such a choice.

What can the damned really say to the damned?

I think you're like a man who loses an arm or a leg and keeps insisting that he can feel pain where the arm or leg used to be.

Some of us are infinitely better at being miserable than happy," he said gently. "We're good at it, and proud of it, and we get better and better at it, and we simply don't know what it means to be happy.

But then I do not remember everything, as I once thought I did. There is something in us, even us, that will not allow for that, something that pushes the memory of suffering that is unbearable slowly away.

Soe of us are infinitely better at being miserable than happy.

The entire history of evil in this world is related to what human beings do to one another in order to survive.

Her gaze was steady but never anything but soft. "Louis de Pointe du Lac would see a ghost now," she said, musing, "as if his suffering isn't enough.

ready to fall into my pain again because I deserved it

It's so easy to wish for death when nothing's wrong with you! It's so easy to fall in love with death, and I've been all my life, and seen its most faithful worshipers crumble in the end, screaming just to live, as if all the dark veils and the lilies and the smell of candles, and grandiose promises of the grave, meant nothing.

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort. And the balance by which she lived might be upset if she were to question her own goodness.

Songs are everywhere you look, in the rain, in the wind, in the moan of the suffering, songs.

Hell is hatred.

There is only value," said Derek, "to overcoming suffering and seeking to spare others the suffering one has known oneself!

I see love. I see it in the human struggle. I see its undeniable penetration in all that humans have accomplished in their poetry, their painting, their music, their love of one another and refusal to accept suffering as their lot.

There was no judgment day, no final explanation, no luminous moment in which all terrible wrongs would be made right, all horrors redeemed. The witches burnt at the stake would never be avenged. No one was ever going to tell us anything!