Quotes About Suffering

The two of us may be in the epicenter of death, but I was hoping to spare you this misery. It could be like this for as long as we stay together.

People aren't overcome by situations or outside forces; defeat invades from within, I thought. I had lost my last ounce of strength. Before my eyes something was coming to an end, something I didn't want to end, but for which I lacked the energy to suffer, much less fight. There was only a leaden hopelessness in me.

I felt sure of this. However much I loved him, and as beautiful as the world was, none of it was powerful enough to take the weight off his heart, that heaviness that dragged him down, into the beyond, making him yearn to be at peace. My body sensed it. And my soul.

Anche dopo aver sofferto, dopo avere versato lacrime come sangue, cariche di dolore, non provavamo alcun sollievo. Semplicemente sopportavamo, fingendo che tutto andasse bene.

Capii che io non ero il centro del mondo. La quota di sofferenze nella vita non variava certo in rapporto a me. Non ero io che potevo decidere. Allora, pensai, tanto valeva godersi, per quanto possibile, il resto.

From the bottom of my heart, I wanted to give up; I wanted to give up on living. There was no denying that tomorrow would come, and the day after tomorrow, and so next week, too. I never thought it would be this hard, but I would go on living in the midst of a gloomy depression, and that made me feel sick to the depths of my soul.

Why is it that we have so little choice? We live like the lowliest worms. Always defeated--defeated we make dinner, we eat, we sleep. Everyone we love is dying. Still, to cease living is unacceptable.

Why is it we have so little choice? We live like the lowliest worms. Always defeated - defeated we make dinner, we eat, we sleep. Everyone we love is dying. Still, to cease living is unacceptable.

After this you and I may end up seeing nothing but suffering, difficulty, and ugliness, but only if you'll agree to it, I want for us to go on to more difficult places, happier places, wherever it comes, together.

Why is it we have so little choice? We live like the lowliest worms. Always defeated - defeated we make dinner, we eat, we sleep. Everyone we love is dying. Sill, to cease living is unacceptable.

From earth, and sky, and sea, Let cheer come unto me, And mirth, and tenderness, And all the things that bless, That I may pass them on to those Who suffer woes; Not keep them for mine own.

Hell was always for other people.

All artists are willing to suffer for their work. But why are so few prepared to learn to draw?

When they speak of it, this love of theirs, they speak as of a kind of grand mal brought on catastrophically by a bacillus unknown to science but everywhere present in the air about us, like the tuberculosis spore, and to which all but the coldest constitutions are susceptible.

I envied his inspiration, his optimism in focusing back on the painful but glorious days. They were caring days, when we knew what we were living and fighting for and why we needed to suffer and sacrifice. Those were the days when all of us were young, very pure and very sincere.

On bad nights he would lose control altogether and break down, sobbing into his pillow. Yet he knew that if she returned to him both of them would suffer again.

Chao ôi! Chi?n tranh là cõi không nhà, không c?a, lang thang kh?n kh? và phiêu b?t v? ??i, là cõi không ?àn ông, không ?àn bà, là th? gi?i b?t s?u vô c?m và tuy?t t? kh?ng khi?p nh?t c?a dòng gi?ng con ng??i!

But war was a world with no home, no roof, no comforts. A miserable journey, of endless drifting. War was a world without real men, without real women, without feeling.

Under the ground in the grave human beings aren't the same. You can look at each other, understand each other, but you can't do anything for each other." "If we found a way to tell them news of a victory, would they be happier?" Kien asked. "Come on! Even if we could, what would be the point? People in hell don't give a damn about wars. They don't remember killing. Killing is a career for the living, not the dead.

Hòa bình ?p t?i ph? phàng, choáng váng ??t tr?i và xiêu ??o lòng ng??i, gây bàng hoàng, gây ?au ??n nhi?u h?n là m?ng vui.

Hope is delicate suffering.

The real problem has far less to do with what is really out there than it does with our resistance to finding out what is really out there. The suffering comes from our reluctance to learn to walk in the dark.

If Jesus meant for his followers to rule the world, then why did he teach them to wash feet? As difficult as it is to accept, I believe that his death on the cross reveals the God who suffers for love instead of punishing the unloving, the God who lays down his life for his friends.

As painful as it is, pain cannot be communicated except by approximation, which means that any description of pain requires imagination.