Quotes About Suffering

Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain, hope played like a playing card upon another hope, a wish for kindnesses and mercies to emerge like kings and queens in an unexpected twist in the game. One could hold the cards oneself or not: they would land the same way, regardless. Tenderness did not enter into it, except in a damaged way.

They had somehow taken a group of women from the town through the (concentration) camps to show them what had been right there, and Tommy's brother said that although some of the women wept, some of them put their chins up, and looked angry, as if they refused to be made to feel bad.

Hope was a cancer inside him. He didn't want it; he did not want it. He could not bear these shoots of tender green hope springing up within him any longer.

Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.

If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.

We can never flee the misery that is within us.

Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts not amid joy.

Experience is the extract of suffering.

Four years of world war, at a cost in human suffering which our minds are mercifully too limited to imagine, led to the very clear realization that international anarchy must be abandoned if civilization was to survive.

We had four years of world war which the peoples endured only because they were told that their sufferings would free humanity forever from the scourge of war.

And almost everyone when age,Disease, or sorrows strike him,Inclines to think there is a God,Or something very like Him.

All sacrifice and suffering is redemptive. It is used to either teach the individual or to help others. Nothing is by chance.

Feeling is the antithesis of pain...the more pain one feels, the less pain one suffers.

Een mens wordt nu eenmaal meer bepaald door de liefde die hem is onthouden, dan door de liefde die hij kreeg.

U houdt van mij,' zei ik 'en daarom verbant u mij. Ik vraag me af wat u zou doen als u mij haatte?

Long suffering had nearly annihilated all my ordinary powers of mind. I was an imbecile—an idiot.

He's not the finest character that ever lived. But he's a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid.

I lay in bed and watched moments break into phenomenal particles of panic and could actually see the divine crack of God's ass as he completely turned his back on me.

Baptism enslaved me.

I'm now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I'm working at turning myself into a seer. You won't understand any of this, and I'm almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It involves enormous suffering, but one must be strong and be a born poet. It's really not my fault.

The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.

Is it possible to become ecstatic amid destruction, rejuvenate oneself through cruelty?

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?

Je devrais avoir mon enfer pour la colère, mon enfer pour l'orgueil, - et l'enfer de la caresse; un concert d'enfers.