Quotes About Suffering

?nsan, çekti?i ?st?rap nispetinde zevk duyar: Ne kadar ac?k?rsa yemekten, ne kadar yorulursa dinlenmekten, ne kadar ararsa bulmaktan o derece zevk al?r.

Izd?rab?n verdi?i intibah zamanlar?nda, kendi kendini aldatmak, ba?kalar?n? kand?rmak kadar basit de?ildir ve insan kendi içindeki adaletten ürkmeye ba?lar.

Uyuyamad?m, a?r?lar?m artt?, fakat ruhi azab?ma nispetle çok asil, sade ve saf olan et ?st?rab?m? o gece sevdim.

Kendimi, kitaplar?n kahramanlar?ndan daha mühim buldu?um için, okumaktan s?k?l?yorum. Ist?rab?m?n hodgaml??? mani oluyor.

Be? dakika sonra hastaneden ç?k?yorum. Son not. Bu odada ba?kalar? inleyecekler. Onlar? ?imdiden gayet iyi tan?yorum. Üstümden ç?kar?p yata?a att???m ropdö?amb?r içinde, ebediyen ayn? insan bulunacak: Hasta.

F?rt?na bana niçin dokunur biliyor musun?" dedi, "Bak, birdenbire buldum; bana öyle geliyor ki; bu ses, dünyada ne kadar gizli ?zd?rap varsa, bizim bilmedi?imiz varl?klar?n çektikleri ne kadar i?kence varsa onun hayk?r???d?r. Bunun için tüylerimi ürpertiyor.

Korkunun bu en derinle?en türü dayan?lacak ?ey de?il; ?st?rab?n vukuundan evvel ruhta bir gölgesinden ibaret olan korku, ?st?raptan bin kat daha müthi?. Hayal gücünün ?????na yakla?t?kça ruhta uzanan, büyüyen ve asl?ndan daha korkunç bir gölge.

Ah minel-a?k vel-halatihi diyor Arap. Ya?am??lar, ya?am??lar, hepsini biliyorlar. A?k?n halleri say?s?z. Fakat en büyük ?st?rap, galiba, inanmak zorlu?unda toplan?yor. Derece ?üphesi.

Felaketimizi ba?ka biriyle taksim etmek saadettir,fakat annelerle de?il,annelerle de?il.Annelere anlat?lan kederler taksim de?il,zarbedilmi? olur: Çocuklar?n?n felaketini iki kat ?iddetle hisseden anneler,bu ?st?raplar?n? çocuklar?na fazlas?yla iade ederler;böylece keder anadan çocu?a ve çocuktan anaya her intikal edi?inde büyüdükçe büyür.

The humble suffer when the mighty disagree.

Raymond Carver read his poem "Late Fragment": "And did you get what / you wanted from this life even so? / I did. / And what did you want? / To call myself beloved, to feel myself / beloved on this earth." Mother Theresa concluded, near the end of her days, "I have come to realize more and more that the greatest disease and the greatest suffering is to be unwanted, unloved, uncared for, to be shunned by everybody, to be just nobody [to no one].

Pain is the price you pay for resisting life.

People tell me they idolise me, want to be like me, but I tell them, 'trust me, you don't want my life.' I've been a very tortured soul.

There was so much human suffering in these scenes that I could not respond to it.

They say it's worse to see someone you love getting tortured or hurt than being tortured or hurt yourself.

That night she again slept in the back of her brother's car, hidden under her raincoat, afraid of the rats, of the police, and of men who got their kicks from hurting women. Ruth knew it was a cruel world filled with people who were capable of terrible things.

Derrida believes that the "triumph" of capitalism in the West has only served to highlight its own failures, as human suffering continues and environmental catastrophe appears inevitable. Western economic systems have only exacerbated the plagues of underemployment, foreign debt, arms trade, and inter-ethnic violence.4

I tried to balance the sufferings of the miserable victim against the moral degradation of Memphis, and the truth flashed over me that in large measure the race question involves the saving of black America's body and white America's soul.

The torture of the victim lasted almost half an hour. It began when a man stepped forward and very matter-of-factly sliced off Hose's ears. Then several men grabbed Hose's arms and held them forward so his fingers could be severed one by one and shown to the crowd. Finally, a blade was passed between his thighs, Hose cried in agony, and a moment later his genitals were held aloft.

They saw their injured country's woe; The flaming town, the wasted field; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe; They took the spear, - but left the shield.

When the bottom dropped out of his normally successful world, Job goes into 'free-fall', but when he hits the rock-bottom of reality it turns out to be the everlasting arms of a tough but tender, redemptive God.

Emily and Fanny are doing their best to remain poker-stiff, firmly staring in their upright palanquins. But two hours on an elephant is as much as either of them can stand, and—after four times as long as that—they pine, they simply ache for the opportunity to complain, even more than the chance to rest.

If the people starve themselves in this manner then they will be unable to withstand the cold of winter or the heat of summer and countless numbers of them will grow ill and die.

Actually, the situation was intolerable. But then it was surprising how much intolerableness a man could tolerate.