Quotes About Suffering

Life does not count by years. Some suffer a lifetime in a day, and so grow old between the rising and the setting of the sun.

For him life is an endless joy, a perpetual delight, a mad intoxication. Not all seems good to him, for suffering, which must often come to those he loves and to himself, cruelly contradicts his optimism. But all is beautiful to him because he walks forever in the light of spiritual truth.

My mother began to go crazy. Not in a 'Let's paint the kitchen red!' sort of way. But crazy in a 'gas oven, toothpaste sandwhich, I am God' sort of way.

Quiero decir que me violaron y me arrojaron bajo un puente... -¡Parece de novela! -suspiró Sui. -Sí, muchacha. Todo lo que es verdadero parece de "novela", aun cuando la novela sólo relata hechos ficticios

Atravesó capas y capas de sufrimiento humano. Y encontró que la gente más martirizada era la más buena y noble. Pero encontró también que esta bondad y esta nobleza estaban tan degradadas y envilecidas que eran una cosa inútil y que, a menos que se rebelaran violentamente, seguirían siendo siempre una cosa inútil.

And love? Well, if sex is sweet and death is bitter, love is both. Love will always and forever break your heart.

War is not the only arena where peace is done to death. Wherever suffering is ignored, there will be the seeds of conflict, for suffering degrades and embitters and enrages.

To the best of my knowledge, no war was ever started by women. But it is women and children who have always suffered most in situations of conflict.

Farewell antithesis. I have suffered. All is paid. Let me go forth to recreate my sleep

Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist. Pink dragonflies fall from the air and become scorpions scratching blood out of rocks. The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother's milk for the very first time. --from poem Blood and Blossoms

To be well mated, zipped to another soul, is only one of many permutations of being human, both an abatement of suffering and a small, abiding embarrassment at finding respite this time around. It makes this life especially precious, and the certainty of its ending terribly sad.

I suffered, I really suffered, with all three of my husbands. And I tried damn hard with all three, starting each marriage certain that it was going to last until the end of my life. Yet none of them lasted more than a year or two.

Living is a wicked dream where things turn out all wrong We're all so weak no matter how strong

He who makes a beast of himself, takes the pain out of being a man

The real subject of this Book of the Wilderness, I suggest, is the longing of the people of Israel to learn directly from God, by learning something new about the Torah, about the world and themselves. What they are developing in their skeptical discourse is a language of imaginative truth, in which the fantasies of return to Egypt will be brought into connection with the miracles of Exodus. In them, traumatic suffering and traumatic revelation seek some subjective expression.

Love hurts whether its right ow wrong

Unless, of course, one chose to join the increasing numbers who had decided they were so deep in despair that there was nothing worse to fear in life. These were men who had finally, and so early, so surprisingly early seen enough of something in their own ives and in the lives around them to convince them of the final futility of efforts of efforts to break the mean monthly cycle of debt and borrowing, borrowing and debt.

Contentment with our life as it is brings a feeling of great lightness, for we lose the burden of continually craving for situations and people to be different. Things are as they are. Refusing to accept this creates dukkha and brings pain. It is like pushing against a sealed door. We push and we push until our hands hurt, but we cannot open it. If we are wise, we accept that this is simply how it is. The door is sealed, and it is perfectly all right that it is so.

The mind that doesn't need any outer conditions for happiness is the mind that can say, "This is the release from all suffering. This is true happiness." Such a mind sees with clarity the absolute reality of what's happening in this universe and doesn't have to hang on to anything, attach to anything, doesn't have to become anything, doesn't have to be anything. It just does what is necessary at each particular moment and then lets go.

In another sutta, he speaks about the prerequisites for the practice of meditation. The first is to know our own dukkha, to recognize where it comes from, and how it operates within our own lives. The second is to gain confidence in the teaching, to realize that we can actually take this path. The third is to experience joy at the opportunity we have been given. Only when all three are present will meditation bear fruit.

The goal of the Buddha's teaching is Nibb?na (Sanskrit: Nirv??a). Literally translated, that means "not burning," or in other words, the loss of all passions.

The revolution taught me not to be consoled by other people's miseries, not to feel thankful because so many others had suffered more. Pain and loss, like love and joy, are unique and personal; they cannot be modified by comparison to others.

Yoga teaches us to cure what need not be endured and endure what cannot be cured.

There is no getting used to pain and suffering. You become only hard-boiled, and you lose a certain capacity to be impressed by feelings. Yet no human being will ever become used to sufferings to such an extent that his heart will cease to cry out that eternal prayer of all human beings: "I hope that my Liberator comes!" He is the master of the world, he who can make his coins out of the hope of slaves.