Quotes About Suffering

This is the basic human story. We are all on the same journey. Every one of us will suffer—there's no way around it. The crucial question is not how to avoid suffering, it's how we move through it.

Sometimes, drunk, I ruminate on the state of my liver, and think of all the cirrhotics I have watched turn yellow and die. They either bleed out, raving, coughing up and drowning in blood from ruptured esophageal veins, or, in coma, they slip away, slip blissfully away down the yellow-brick ammonia-scented road to oblivion.

The work of many of the greatest men, inspired by duty, has been done amidst suffering and trial and difficulty. They struggled against the tide, and reached the shore exhausted.

The work of many of the greatest men, inspired by duty, has been done amidst suffering and trial and difficulty. They have struggled against the tide, and reached the shore exhausted.

Real pain can alone cure us of imaginary ills. We feel a thousand miseries till we are lucky enough to feel misery.

Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.

If being horrible was a mortal condition, then this whole world would be a grave.

The woman next to me has no laces in her shoes and looks exhausted. She carries her belongings in a faded carrier bag. I cannot tell how old she is. Somewhere between forty and death.

Some days, she was pain incarnate. She would suffer all day and he would try to cheer her up and fail, and he felt like an irrelevant gnat.

I don't know how the poor farmers deal with such situations in real life. It's really sad.

What is the part of wisdom? To dream with one eye open; to be detatched from the world without being hostile to it; to welcome fugitive beauties and pity fugitive sufferings, without forgetting for a moment how fugitive they are.

Cualquier cosa es soportable si uno puede ponerle fin, como piensan los suicidas

Quería verla, así fuera de lejos. Necesitaba comprobar que seguía existiendo, que la imagen que tenía en la mente y que lo hacía sufrir tenía una vida por fuera de su nostalgia

She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.

It's no use Mother dear, I can't finish my weaving You may blame Aphrodite soft as she is she has almost killed me with love for that girl

To me he seems equal to gods, the man who sits facing you and hears you near as you speak softly and laugh in a sweet echo that jolts the heart in my ribs. Now when I look at you a moment my voice is empty and can say nothing as my tongue cracks and slender fire races under my skin. My eyes are dead to light, my ears pound, and sweat pours over me. I convulse, greener than grass and feel my mind slip as I go close to death Yet I must suffer, even poor

Often those I treat well are just the ones vainly You I want to suffer In me I know it

Often those I treat well are just the ones who most harm me vainly You I want to suffer In me I know it

Pain had a posture of its own; it sat in the spine and across the slope of the shoulders and bowed bone.

Dying shouldn't be so hard," he said. "It shouldn't be harder than living.

Some people, I saw, had drowned right away, and some people were drowning in slow motion, drowning a little bit at a time, and would be drowning for years. And some people, like Mick, had always been drowning, they just didn't know what to call it until now.

They are suffering from 'no-mobile phobia', which has been given the name nomophobia and could affect up to 53 per cent of mobile-phone users.

you never read the news but ate out a lot you should be able to tell who was getting beaten up around the world.

Si las madres de las víctimas se pudieron organizar para buscar a sus hijos, aunque esa tarea sea tan difícil que casi roza en lo imposible, tan peligrosa que casi parece demencial y si aprendieron a luchar porque como ellas mismas han dicho "antes no sabían hacerlo",[14] también las madres de los victimarios pueden hacerlo, pueden aprender qué hacer para detenerlos, para parar esta orgía de sangre y sufrimiento, así parezca también imposible.