Quotes About Suffering

I pass over the toil and suffering and danger which attended the redemption and cultivation of their lands by the colonists, and turn to their civil condition and to the conduct and history of the government.

I have a high tolerance for pain.

E'en though it be a crossThat raiseth me;Still all my song would be,Nearer, My God, to Thee,Nearer, My God, to Thee,Nearer to Thee.

You didn't understand what he was saying, until he kissed you. It was a kiss of such complicity, of such uncomplicated sympathy, that you felt for the first time not alone in your suffering.

One thing I will say, they often take it better than a man. Pain, that is. Probably the residue of tolerance from when they were all bloody witches and got stoned or burned or drowned for it, eh lad? Never tell your mother I said that, by the way.

I am the beast at the end of the rope.

Have you ever thought, thought your heart would break? Wished you could cut open your chest tear it out to stop the pain? Why don´t you riot like everyone else. I don't care, life's too long. You can have any man you want. I want him...except him. Always suspected the world didn't smell of fresh paint and flowers. Smells of piss and human sweat If there could have been more moments like this.

only love can save me and love has destroyed me

M The heat is going out of me. C The heart is going out of me. B I feel nothing, nothing. I feel nothing.

You can only kill yourself if you're not already dead.

Some will call this self-indulgence (They are lucky not to know its truth) Some will know the simple fact of pain This is becoming my normality

PHAEDRE: You're in pain. I adore you.

drowning in a sea of logic this monstrous state of palsy

He's following me... He needs to have a secret but he can´t help telling the heat is going out of me. The heart is going out of me, and though she cannot remember she cannot forget. Clutching a fistful of sand. What ties me to you is guilt. I crossed two rivers and wept by one I am the beast at the end of the rope Happy and free.

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I've only ever written to escape from hell - and it's never worked - but at the other end of it when you sit there and watch something and think that's the most perfect expression of hell that I felt then maybe it was worth it.

I have reached the end of this dreary and repugnant tale of a sense interned in an alien carcass and lumpen by the malignant spirit of the moral majority...

They will love me for that which destroys me.

I'm tired of my life and my mind wants to die.

Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I've tried.

The thing people really hate remembering, even as they celebrate a guy nailed to wood: all Gods demand a sacrifice. They're so fucking hungry.

She died by her own hand, but she was as brave as a soldier before a firing squad. She faced it. Whatever it was, she had been facing it for a long time.

Achieve a goal and suffer its loss.

My considerate friend insists on hearing about my troubles first, and after several minutes of excavation, I'm drowning in them and can't sufficiently attend to hers. But I'm doing her a favor, letting her escape her suffering into mine.