Quotes About Suffering

Whatever your struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.

think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

Sekarang aku tahu bahwa dunia kita sama tidak permanennya dengan ombak yang timbul di lautan. Apapun perjuangan dan kemenangan kita, betapapun kita menderita karenanya, segera saja semuanya akan merembes menyatu, seperti tinta yang tumpah ke kertas.

Nadie es capaz de hablar honestamente de sus sufrimientos hasta que no ha dejado de sentirlos.

If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even stone can be worn down with enough rain.

But now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper. Arthur

I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.

He is damned always to do that which is most repugnant to him: to become a slaughterer, in order to abolish slaughtering, to sacrifice lambs so that no more lambs may be slaughtered, to whip people with knouts so that they may learn not to let themselves be whipped, to strip himself of every scruple in the name of a higher scrupulousness, and to challenge the hatred of mankind because of his love for it—an abstract and geometric love.

There is only one prospect worse than being chained to an intolerable existence: The nightmare of a botched attempt to end it.

In those days the European continent had already reached a stage where a man could be told without irony that he should be thankful to be shot and not strangled, decapitated, or beaten to death.

To suffer fifty weeks of the year for the sake of a two-week vacation, when all you really desire is to be outdoors, with your shirt off.

Was there any love here? When he needed her, she vomited. And when you needed him, he laughed. What was unbearable is not that it fell apart, it was that there was never anything here.

Whose fault is it if the traveller instead of putting his luggage in the cart which bears the load any way, carries it on his head, to his own inconvenience?'83 There

I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.

Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.

Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.

Men are the devils of the earth, and the animals are the tormented souls. - On Religion

There is not much to be got anywhere in the world. It is filled with misery and pain; if a man escapes these, boredeom lies in wait for him at every corner. Nay more; it is evil which generally has the upper hand, and folly that makes the most noise. Fate is cruel and mankind pitiable.

There is some wisdom in taking a gloomy view, in looking upon the world as a kind of Hell, and in confining one's efforts to securing a little room that shall not be exposed to the fire.

If the world were a paradise of luxury and ease, a land flowing with milk and honey, where every Jack obtained his Jill at once and without any difficulty, men would either die of boredom or hang themselves; or there would be wars, massacres, and murders; so that in the end mankind would inflict more suffering on itself than it has now to accept at the hands of Nature.

For the world is Hell, and men are on the one hand the tormented souls and on the other the devils in it.

The best consolation in misfortune or affliction of any kind will be the thought of other people who are in a still worse plight than yourself; and this is a form of consolation open to every one. But what an awful fate this means for mankind as a whole! We are like lambs in a field, disporting themselves under the eye of the butcher, who chooses out first one and then another for his prey.

If God made this world, then i would not want to be the God. It is full of misery and distress that it breaks my heart.

If the immediate and direct purpose of our life is not suffering then our existence is the most ill-adapted to its purpose in the world.