Quotes About Suffering

When reality hurts, make sure to soar above the dream-stained sky!

Poverty is like punishment for a crime you didn't commit.

Living is suffering, Billy. Now give your mom a nice big hug.

By forgetting the Supreme Lord, all the ailments cling to the man.

It is painful for the plant which is myself to live in the atmosphere and light of this world. Somewhere an element is lacking which would permit me to continue.

Some people are given relatively fair lives. But others-they carry the burden of the unfairness of the world.

Why do we come to the world, only to suffer and depart? This is a unsolved misery.

Being alive hurts. I have found it best not to rush for the aspirin bottle. - A Severed Wasp

Half awake and almost dead. But yet we were breathing and yet we were waiting...Waiting for a miracle to happen.

In the grueling light that passed for day...

The Dalai Lama has taught me that the best way to live life is to try and avoid desire. Desire is really the basic source of unhappiness.

Life is hard. Not great. Kind of tragic.

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty. It hurts us.

...good words - that triumphalism of positivity- but life will claw and eat you - chew you over and over - if you carry such a small knife ...

Depression is very real. It'll back you into a dark room, slap you across the face, spit in your eyes, scream in your ears, and punch you in the gut - Until you give in.

Life is a form of continuous sufferings and lies.

I have sometimes thought that I have been burdened with a pack of ten misfortunes, any one of which if borne by my neighbor would be enough to make a murderer out of him.

Things I hate comes with a pain.

Suffering is a part of real life lesson.

In the end, what we gain is pain!

I hadn't understood at the time. If sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why.Without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my pastwas my life.

There is a grotesquerie to grief as well. You lose the sense of your existence being rational, or justifiable. You feel absurd.

Living did not mean one joy piled upon another. It was merely the hope for less pain...