Quotes About Suffering

The recruits of 1914 have the look of ghosts. They are queuing up to be slaughtered: they are already dead.

If you are poor your very brother hates you And all your friends avoid you, sad to say.

And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?

This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro.

Alas the day that gave me birth! Worse than my prison is the endless earth, now I am doomed eternally to dwell, not in purgatory, but in hell

La compasión surge rápidamente de los nobles corazones que sienten los agudos aguijonazos que sufren otros como en su propia carne;

Aos amantes apresento esta questão: quem o mais desditoso, Arcita ou Palamon? Este avistava a amada todo dia, mas não podia abandonar o cárcere; aquele tinha toda a liberdade, mas nunca mais veria o seu amor.

Yow loveres axe I now this questioun, Who hath the worse, Arcite or Palamoun?   490 That oon may seen his lady day by day, But in prison he moot dwelle alway. That other wher him list may ryde or go, But seen his lady shal he never-mo. Now demeth as yow liste, ye that can,   495 For I wol telle forth as I bigan. Explicit prima Pars.    Sequitur pars secunda.

When I heard that she was dead, I really suffered very little.

When fatigue finally forced him to pause, he ordered the men who were left to have their hearts torn out and their carcasses burned

Das Nichts hat sich ermordet, die Schöpfung ist seine Wunde, wir sind seine Blutstropfen, die Welt ist das Grab, worin es fault.

You want to be grateful for every precious second, but you simply can't do it. It's not in human nature to live life to the fullest. Haven't you ever noticed that equal amounts of pain and joy are not, in fact, equal in duration? Pain drags on until you wonder if life will ever be bearable again; pleasure, though, once it's reached its peak, fades faster than a trodden gardenia, and your memory searches in vain for the sweet scent.

Liquor is the chloroform which enables the poor man to endure the painful operation of living.

While we ourselves are the living graves of murdered beasts, how can we expect any ideal conditions on this earth?

We cut the throat of a calf and hang it up by the heels to bleed to death so that our veal cutlet may be white; we nail geese to a board and cram them with food because we like the taste of liver disease; we tear birds to pieces to decorate our women's hats; we mutilate domestic animals for no reason at all except to follow an instinctively cruel fashion; and we connive at the most abominable tortures in the hope of discovering some magical cure for our own diseases by them.

It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

In an ugly and unhappy world the richest man can purchase nothing but ugliness and unhappiness.

The man with toothache thinks everyone happy whose teeth are sound. The poverty stricken man makes the same mistake about the rich man.

A lifetime of happiness! No man alive could bear it; it would be hell on earth.

But a lifetime of happiness! No man alive could bear it: it would be hell on earth.

Cruelty would be delicious if one could only find some sort of cruelty that didn't really hurt.

Dying is a troublesome business: there is pain to be suffered, and it wrings one's heart; but death is a splendid thing—a warfare accomplished, a beginning all over again, a triumph. You can always see that in their faces.

Music is the brandy of the damned.

It's a dangerous thing to be married right up to the hilt, like my daughter's husband. The man is at home all day, like a damned soul in hell.