Quotes About Suffering

it was amazing, wasn't it, how bad you could hurt when there was nothing physically wrong.

They say suicides and murderers go to Hell. If so, I will know my way around, because I've been there for the last eight years.

it was more like bleeding than crying.

The world's just a hospice with fresh air.

When Stephen King elaborated on his inspirations for his novel Carrie he draws from a time when he was a young man, and describes his impression when he came upon a statue of Christ on the cross, hanging there in misery, and he thought If THAT guy ever came back, he probably wouldn't be in a saving mood.

The world was full of monsters, and they were all allowed to bite the innocent and the unwary

That was what I wanted, but I don't need it to be gone. I can love you and I can love life and bear the pain all at the same time. I think the pain might even make the rest better, the way a good setting can make a diamond look better.

Ka was a wheel; it was also a net from which none ever escaped.

people always want a reason for the bad things in life. Sometimes there ain't one.

Also, I'm angry. I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why does it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?

There was a beautiful feeling of calm in my groin, a sense of peace so remarkable it was almost ecstasy——anyone who' suffered bad pain and then recovered will know what I'm talking about.

The shuddering would not stop. The pain was like the end of the world. He thought: There comes a point when the very discussion of pain becomes redundant. No one knows there is pain the size of this in the world. No one. It is like being possessed by demons.

There is pain in every almost.

I just didn't want her to get hurt. I thought she was going to be. But everyone gets their share, don't they? Sure. Pow, in the nose. Pow, in the eye. Pow, below the belt, down you go, and the ref just went out for a hot dog.

People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.

She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong.

they came to see what happened to their town, to see if it was indeed lying burnt and bleeding. Many of them also came to die.

Is there hell, or do we make our own on earth?

Hemingway and Fitzgerald didn't drink because they were creative, alienated, or morally weak. They drank because it's what alkies are wired up to do. Creative people probably do run a greater risk of alcoholism and addiction than those in some other jobs, but so what? We all look pretty much the same when we're puking in the gutter.

I hope he died of intestinal cancer in a part of the world where morphine is as of yet undiscovered.

The most classic horror tale of this latter type is the Old Testament story of Job, who becomes human Astro-Turf in a kind of spiritual Superbowl between God and Satan.

Oh no, praying is great, without it the thumbscrews and the Iron Maiden probably never would have been invented.

Every man or woman who loves [God], they hate Him too, because He's a hard God, a jealous God, He Is, what He Is, and in this world He's apt to repay service with pain while those who do evil ride over the roads in Cadillac cars. Even the joy of serving Him is a bitter joy.

Sometimes God uses a broken tool.