Quotes About Suffering

I didn't want to open my eyes. My head was splitting, and all I wanted to do was lie down and hide.

Goddamn it, I am sick of watching people I like get killed. I like get killed. I am even sicker of getting people I like killed. It's not an acquired taste, let me tell you, every drink is bitter as the last. And they never get easier to swallow.

He wondered if a werewolf's bloodlust, its passion, its compulsion, could possibly be more unendurable than his thirst.

If they couldn't be together, and content; if they couldn't avoid being unhappy, even for a little while; if they were expected to take individual responsibility for their collective decision and suffer consequences for it…they did not wish to.

She never called, but she was there always, just at the edge of his awareness. He knew her despair and her grief. She punished herself. He thought she must not understand how she punished him, as well.

The expectation of an injury can hurt as much as the injury itself.

She wanted to save Rien from any hurt, but there were some hurts you could rescue no one from.

She sits down and puts her hand to her chest and rocks. Thinks of all she has lost and will lose. All she has had and will have. It seems to her that life is like gathering berries into an apron with a hole. Why do we keep on? Because the berries are beautiful, and we must eat to survive. We catch what we can. We walk past what we lose for the promise of more, just ahead.

Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.

He feels spikes everywhere and rushes to impale himself.

We observe small rites, but we defend ourselves against that terrible memory that is stronger than will. We defend ourselves from the rooms, the scenes, the objects that make for hallucination, that make the senses start up and fasten upon a ghost. We desert those who desert us; we cannot afford to suffer; we must live how we can.

Sacrificers," said Matchett, "are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those that they sacrifice

The memory of my own suffering has prevented me from ever shadowing one young soul with the superstition of the Christian religion.

I had discovered that there was something more painful than falling in love with someone who hasn't fallen for you; hurting that person-hurting him and not being able to do anything about it.

Cuanto más amas, más te lastima. Lo que es peor, lo lastimas a él así como a ti misma.

The Dhammapada, a collection of sayings of the Buddha, tells us: "What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday…. If a man speaks or acts with an impure mind, suffering follows him as the wheel of the cart follows the beast that draws the cart…. If a man speaks or acts with a pure mind, joy follows him as his own shadow.

Avevo visto mia madre innamorarsi così spesso... era come se lo volesse disperatamente, come se stesse soffocando e quella fosse la sua aria. Ci ha lasciato per prendere un'ultima boccata, e alla fine l'amore l'ha uccisa. L'amore ti può distruggere. Può portarti via tutto

I've had to come to grips with a God that fits my own experience, which is, my God could not be offering protection and not have protected my boy.

The more she loved, the more she ached.

I'm choosing happiness over suffering, I know I am. I'm making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.

Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don't need to show me thier badges. I know these guys very well.

I'm choosing happiness over suffering, I know I am. I'm making space for the unknown future to fill up my life with yet-to-come surprises.

He had discovered that the choice between self-love or love of something other than self offers no escape from suffering either way, it is merely a choice between two woundings, of the pride or of the heart.

Peace....Henrietta was not quite sure what it was but she knew it was very important. If one wanted it, Grandfather had told her once, one must not hit back when fate hit hard but must allow the hammer-strokes to batter out a hollow place inside one into which peace, like cool water, could flow.