Quotes About Suffering

With each of his new misfortunes I'm punished further, with secret guilt, for wishing all of it on him, long ago.

But I'm doing her a favor, letting her escape her suffering into mine.

Depression doesn't just steal the depressed person's capacity for joy. It throws its mantle over everything he has ever done and everything he could ever do. The depressed person dies not to save himself from the world but to save the world from himself. In this case the word depression makes clear sense; he is pressed down, forever.

There is another kind of suffering, though, a pure agony, free from thought.

Giving up and submitting to suffering looks the same as achieving total detachment and surpassing the Buddha.

What's curious to me now is that I didn't know at the time that I was suffering, so deeply involved was I in being saved.

Deep within I'm shaken by the violence of existing for only you...

If he was wood, he was a flail, and I was grain on the threshing floor. I was a thousand grains, my thoughts blown like chaff. All that was left was the taste of salt.

It is a rose planted in your heart, and as it's thorns tear you, so does it thrive and flower

It is a rose, planted in your hear, and as its thorns tear you so does it thrive and flower.

For Lilah, the light made everything worse. It was harder than the dark uglier, and anything it showed her would be true beyond any hope of redemption.

The magic of the Mirador is thrashing around like a snake in its death convulsions.

I ride behind the dog out of the city; the city of burning, the city of ghosts. When the gatemouth has shrunk behind us, the dog stops and come back and ties my hands to the saddle. Then we ride again. I don't know how long we ride. Everything hurts, and the city is screaming behind me.

They did not care that this serene harmony was built on blood and death and pain.

I have a long and inglorious history of wanting what hurts me.

Grief is like being strapped to a bad fairground ride you never paid to go on.

Is this all we've got now? No priests to say yes son, your suffering meant something, no kings on the battlefield to say yes soldier, your suffering meant something.

In my view, the recognition that a person has distorted thinking that comes from or produces suffering is important, but it has no inherent implication for action. It doesn't imply medication, incarceration, or any particular brand of treatment. It just means stating openly that an internal conflict is not being resolved, is instead being expressed externally, and that those who did not cause the pain will be the ones to be blamed and to pay for it.

now i begin to feel a longing so great, so sharp, i fear it will never be assuaged. i think it will mount, and mount, and make me mad, or kill me.

But it's the simple and the good that are meant to suffer in this world—ain't it, though!

He would be cruel indeed, to put a passion in her, and then to punish her for feeling it.

You have come to Millbank, to look on women more wretched than yourself, in the hope that it will make you well again.

There was a little padded seat beside the rattling panes and mouldy sand-bags, it was the coldest place in the room; but she kept there for an hour and a half, with a shawl about her, shivering, squinting at her stitches, and sneaking sly little glances at the road to the house. I thought, if that wasn't love, then I was a Dutchman; and if it was love, then lovers were pigeons and geese, and I was glad I was not one of them.

I thought I longed for her, before. Now I begin to feel a longing so great, so sharp, I fear it will never be assuaged. I think it will mount, and mount, and make me mad, or kill me.