Quotes About Suffering

My god, my god—what have you planned to do to me?

Acceptance—that is the great lesson suffering teaches, suffering and the long years . . .

To never have been born would be the greatests boon of all !

Stop—in the name of god, if you love your own life, call off this search! My suffering is enough.

If you are the man he says you are, believe me, you were born for pain.

But if these men are wrong, let them suffer nothing worse than they mete out to me— these masters of injustice!

But now to hear your story—is there a man more agonized? More wed to pain and frenzy? Not a man on earth, the joy of your life ground down to nothing

all done with a will. The pains we inflict upon ourselves hurt most of all.

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!

Now, in this one day, wailing, madness and doom, death, disgrace

O the terror— the suffering, for all the world to see, the worst terror that ever met my eyes. What madness swept over you?

You drive me back down my desperation—that unclouded incurable never forgotten evil growing inside my life.

No wonder you suffer twice over, the pain of your wounds, the lasting grief of pain.

What superhuman power drove you on? OEDIPUS: Apollo, friends, Apollo— he ordained my agonies—these, my pains on pains!

But the hand that struck my eyes was mine, mine atone—no one else— I did it all myself! What good were eyes to me? Nothing I could see could bring me joy.

cast me away, my friends— this great murderous ruin, this man cursed to heaven, the man the deathless gods hate most of all!

Pitiful, you suffer so, you understand so much ... I wish you had never known.

If I'd died then, I'd never have dragged myself, my loved ones through such hell.

What grief can crown this grief? It's mine alone, my destiny—I am Oedipus!

I'd wall up my loathsome body like a prison, blind to the sound of life, not just the sight.

Beni b?rak?n, b?rak?n, teselliye ihtiyac?m yok, zira ?st?rab?m?n düÄŸümleri çözülmez, ?st?raplar?m?n sonu yoktur, inlemelerim öylesine sonsuz.

até o dia fatal de cerrarmos os olhos não devemos dizer que um mortal foi feliz de verdade antes de ele cruzar as fronteiras da vida inconstante sem jamais ter provado o sabor de qualquer sofrimento!

and now a plague has struck the city.

But leave me to my own absurdity, leave me to suffer this - dreadful thing. I will suffer nothing as great as death without glory.