Quotes About Suffering

ever there was a broken heart—one crushed and blighted by the rude grasp of suffering misfortune—it was Patsey's.

let them behold him scourged, hunted, trampled on, and they will come back with another story in their mouths. Let them know the heart of the poor slave—learn his secret thoughts—thoughts he dare not utter in the hearing of the white man;

No mortal is happy, and all men on earth who look upon the sun are wretched.

Chiapas, he says, is 'a cemetary with no crosses, where people die without even getting a prayer.

There's no escape for us. We are like mice trapped in a dungeon of wildcats.We are Koreans; we are cursed race and there is no hope for us as long as the Japanese are around.

They keep us so hungry that we can't do anything but worry about where our next meal is coming from. They keep us hungry for so long that we are grateful for whatever little food we get.

They maintain this guilty, defiant refusal to engage: I know you're out there; I know it's awful and I'm safe inside, but I suffered too, so let me just read my Kindle without bloody guilt-tripping me, OK?

How terrible-- to see the truth when the truth is only pain to him who sees!

Not to be born at all Is best, far best that can befall, Next best, when born, with least delay To trace the backward way. For when youth passes with its giddy train, Troubles on troubles follow, toils on toils, Pain, pain forever pain; And none escapes life's coils. Envy, sedition, strife, Carnage and war, make up the tale of life.

count no man happy till he dies, free of pain at last.

You must remember that no one lives a life free from pain and suffering.

Yes it will be a grace if I die. To exist is pain. Life is no desire of mine anymore.

The pain we inflict upon ourselves hurt most of all.

Do I not live? Badly, I know, but I live.

ORESTES: Just to see the outline of your suffering ELECTRA: Yet this is only a fraction of it you see.

Death is not the worst evil, but rather when we wish to die and cannot.

My nails are broken, my fingers are bleeding, my arms are covered with the welts left by the paws of your guards—but I am a queen!

What an ugly, loveless life for a girl.

I will suffer nothing as great as death without glory.

Closer, it's all right. Touch the man of grief. Do. Don't be afraid. My troubles are mine and I am the only man alive who can sustain them.

You, you'll see no more the pain I suffered, all the pain I caused! Too long you looked on the ones you never should have seen, blind to the ones you longed to see, to know! Blind from this hour on! Blind in the darkness-blind!

For death is gain to him whose life, like mine, is full of misery

The dead alone feel no pain.

heaviest of all woe Is theirs whose life is crushed beyond recall.