Quotes About Suffering

People die when they see life at last without Illusions. For some, it takes many, many years; for others, much less. And so each of us commits suicide: when we will our own deaths: That is the only Death.

Kraop was the sound that I heard. Heard it twice--kraop, kraop--one time each for my two fingers that got broke. I heard my bones pop before I felt anything, gunshot-loud they echoed in my ears. Maybe that was the tip-off what'd just happened was going to hurt like hell. Wrong. It hurt so bad, I didn't feel a thing.

Animals do not 'give' their life to us, as the sugar-coated lie would have it. No, we take their lives. They struggle and fight to the last breath, just as we would do if we were in their place.

Indiferent ce masc? îÈ™i punea pe fa??, nu exista vreo cale de a cicatriza rana sângerând? din ea, nu exista vreo modalitate de a alina durerea care îi m?cina sufletul.

There's a difference between the fact that the universe is inherently unfair on a cosmic level, and the fact that life is unfair because people are actively making it so.

We then tried other coping devices, drugs, alcohol and even suicide. As the poet and playwright Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote: "God is dead and modern men (and women) gather nightly around the divine grave to weep."*

If there be a God in the Universe, if it be a just God, then we must oppose Slavery. If there be a God but the god is unjust, then we should not worship him lest we also become unjust. And If there be no God or order to the Universe, then why make the situation worse by enslaving your fellow lost and suffering man?

The gods cannot place their gifts into a closed fist. First your hand must be emptied, then the gifts may be received. We poor fools call this loss, and we suffer, but it is the blessing of the gods.

On suicide: Those are vanities, child. They cause immeasurable suffering in this life and all future lives. Who knows, perhaps you have been given this harsh portion because of misdeeds in some past life.

A strange species we are. We can stand anything God and nature can throw at us save only plenty. If I wanted to destroy a nation, I would give it too much, and I would have it on its knees, miserable, greedy, and sick.

The fields were fruitful and starving men moved on the roads. The granaries were full and the children of the poor grew up rachitic.

Pleasure and freedom from pain, are the only things desirable as ends.

Whatever we may think or affect to think of the present age, we cannot get out of it; we must suffer with its sufferings, and enjoy with its enjoyments; we must share in its lot, and, to be either useful or at ease, we must even partake its character.

John Hay points to our our history of getting lost in suffering when, "so close together were pain and antidote.

So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.

She had aged five years since Cirocco last saw her. She was a thin, hollow-eyed ghost with hands that shook constantly. She looked incomplete, as if half of her had been hacked away.

left in 1951 to found a new one in his native Cameroon. Before he died, Pierre described his cancer as "his last and blessed calling, for life is given to man so that, little by little, he can get accustomed to God, and at the end feel himself at home, immersed in God.

Great cutting edge, indifferent to tissue Great stamping mass, indifferent to the cry of crushed bones, Grant us your hardness: We would be as prompt to suffer As you to inflict our suffering! Light flashes out from your whirling blades Heads bow to the earth before your harvesting: Heads of grain, heads of men and women. Grant us your hardness and bright surface. Be with us in the hour of our processing. - Hymn to Steel: for 5 million human voices

Lovers die inward that their flames conceal.

Affliction is not misery. Misery is the abasement of spirit which comes from the loss of God and good.

O me, this place is hell.

Oft gay and honoured robes those tortures try: We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry.

We endure the strokes like anvils or hard steel, Till pain itself make us no pain to feel.

Even in the greatest afflictions, we ought to testify to God, that, in receiving them from his hand, we feel pleasure in the midst of the pain, from being afflicted by Him who loves us, and whom we love.