Quotes About Suffering

The reality was decaying, dingy cities, where underfed people shuffled to and fro in leaky shoes, in patched-up nineteenth-century houses

You will have to get used to living without results and without hope. You will work for a while, you will be caught, you will confess, and then you will die. Those are the only results that you will ever see.

You will have to get used to living without results and without hope. You will work for a while, you will be caught, you will confess, and then you will die. Those are the only results you will ever see. There is no possibility that any perceptible change will happen within our lifetime. We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. But how far away that future may be, there is no knowing.

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face — forever.

Power is in inflicting pain and humiliation. Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.

Invidia e un lucru oribil. Se deosebeste de toate celelalte suferinte pentru ca nu poate fi deghizata, nu poate fi inaltata pana la tragedie. E mai mult decat simpla durere, e dezgustatoare.

Nearly all creators of Utopia have resembled the man who has toothache, and therefore thinks happiness consists in not having toothache.

He knew what it was like: The terrible, agonizing pain which was there all while but could not be suffered yet, because before all else it was necessary to be able to breathe.

No queda claro entonces, camaradas, que todos los males de esta vida nacen de la tiranía de los seres humanos?

Non esiste nulla di peggio del dolore fisico. Davanti al dolore, continuò a pensare Winston mentre si contorceva sul pavimento, stringendo inutilmente il braccio sinistro ormai invalido, non ci sono eroi. No, davanti al dolore non ci sono eroi.

On the battlefield, in the torture chamber, on a sinking ship, the issues that you are fighting for are always forgotten, because the body swells up until it fills the universe, and even when you are not paralyzed by fright or screaming with pain, life is a moment-to-moment struggle against hunger or cold or sleeplessness, against a sour stomach or an aching tooth.

La vida de un animal es solo miseria y esclavitud; esta es la pura verdad.

God had given him a tail to keep the flies off, but that he would sooner have no tail and no flies

Of pain you could wish only one thing: that it should stop. Nothing in the world was so bad as physical pain. In the face of pain there are no heroes, no heroes, he thought over and over as he writhed on the floor, clutching uselessly at his disabled left arm.

In front of him was an enemy who was trying to kill him: in front of him, also, was a human creature, in pain and perhaps with a broken bone. Already

If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face--forever.

It is a strange thing, he thought, to be an old god. They worship you, and yet they mistreat you. If you do not want to do what they wish, they make you. It is not fair.

She discovered that a great deal of the suffering in this world is due not so much to original sin, but to a kind of original stupidity, an unimaginative, stubborn stupidity.

s'il est des douleurs qui ne se trahissent jamais et qui enveloppent l'âme comme un linceul, il est aussi des joies qui restent ensevelies dans le coeur de l'homme parce qu'une voix de la terre ne saurait les dire. D'ailleurs

When a child is lost there is no end to the self-torment a parent may inflict. When we love, and the object of our love is small, weak, and vulnerable, and has looked to us and us alone for protection; and when such protection, for whatever reason, has failed, what consolation (what justification, what defense) may there possibly be?

So here's something I know to be true, although it's a little corny, and I don't quite know what to do with it: What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness. Those moments when another human being was there, in front of me, suffering and I responded … sensibly. Reservedly. Mildly.

and finally, having lost what was to be lost, my torn and black heart rebels saying enough already, enough, this is as low as I go

I'm bleeding at the knees and choking from smoke and have no idea who these people are or where I'm going, but at least I'm off the hook in terms of the hand jobs.

O Lord I cannot bear the thought of Philip lying still in such a place as this and when that thought arises must hum some scrap of tune energetically while praying No no no take that cup away Lord let me go first before any of them I love (before Philip Mary Jack Jr before dear Lydia) only that's no good either since when they reach their end I will not be there to help them?