Quotes About Suffering

If nothing else, they died fast and they were warm. The boy from the plane, I thought. The one with the teddy bear. Where was Rudy's confort? Where was someone to alleviate this robbery of his life? Who was there to soothe him as life's rug was snatched from under his sleeping feet?

La alegría le mostraría el camino al sufrimiento.

After a miscarriaged pause, the mayor's wife edged forward and picked up the book. She was battered and beaten up, and not from smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.

for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

She could have shot herself, scratched herself, or indulged in other forms of self-mutilation, but she chose what she probably felt was the weakest option—to at least endure the discomfort of the weather.

Non rendetemi felice. Non riempitemi, per favore, non lasciate che mi persuada che qualcosa di buono possa venire fuori da tutto ciò. Guardate i miei lividi. Guardate questo taglio. Vedete il taglio che ho nel cuore? Lo vedete allargarsi proprio sotto i vostri occhi, lo vedete consumarsi? Non voglio più sperare. Non voglio pregare che Max sia sano e salvo. O alex Steiner. Il mondo non li merita.

With the curtains clamped tight, he would sleep on the floor with a cushion beneath his head, as the fire slipped away and turned to ash. In the morning, he would return to the basement. A voiceless human. The Jewish rat, back to his hole.

To live. Living was living. The price was guilt, and shame.

The book. The words. Her hands were bleeding like they did when she first arrived here.

She saw it all so clearly. Her starving mother, her missing father. Kommunisten. Her dead brother.

The minutes were cruel. Hours were punishing. Standing above him at all moments of awakeness was the hand of time, and it didn't hesitate to wring him out. It smiled and squeezed and let him live. What great malice there could be in allowing something to live.

Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their French words. I watched their love-visions and freed them from their fear.

Visita guiada al sufrimiento: A su izquierda, tal vez a su derecha, incluso puede que al frente, hay una pequeña habitación a oscuras. Allí espera sentado un judío. Apesta. Está famélico. Está asustado. Por favor, intenta no apartar la vista.

So much of the dying hurt us.

I don't want to pray that Max is alive and safe. Or Alex Steiner. Because the world does not deserve them.

unas lágrimas, que parecían de cristal, le resbalaban por la piel a pesar de no estar llorando. Se las habían arrancado a golpes.

It kills me sometimes, how people die

Descarada y alegre, una trilogía de felicidad avanzaría con el verano y se adentraría en el otoño. Sin embargo, algo le pondría un brusco final. La alegría le mostraría el camino al sufrimiento.

Living was living. The price was guilt and shame

The suffering faces of depleted men and women reached across to them, pleading not so much for help – they were beyond that – but for an explanation. Just something to subdue this confusion.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew. As

Había un tren y un niño tosiendo. Había nieve y una niña destrozada por el dolor.

Qué hijos de puta, pensó. Qué adorables hijos de puta. No me hagan feliz. Por favor, no me calmen y me dejen creer que algo bueno puede salir de todo esto. ¿No ven los moretones? ¿No ven esa raspadura? ¿No ven la herida que tengo dentro? ¿No ven cómo se extiende y me corroe ante sus ojos? No quiero volver a tener esperanzas. No quiero rezar para que Max esté vivo y a salvo. O Alex Steiner. Porque el mundo no se los merece.

On the ration cards of Nazi Germany, there was no listing for punishment, but everyone had to take their turn. For some it was death in a foreign country during the war. For others it was poverty and guilt when the war was over, when six million discoveries were made throughout Europe.