Quotes About Suffering

What is suffering? The desire for things to be other than they are. What is contentment? Accepting everything as it is.

Something in her had been broken... The ones who were killed were not the only ones who'd been lost.

When a single object takes an exclusive place in our mind, when our being reaches toward this object in a sort of contracted tension, movement ceases within us and suffering finds its home in us.

L'amore aveva lastricato questa famiglia di cadaveri sui quali sgambettava un numero esponenziale di marmocchi, e tutte queste donne erano pronte a ricominciare da zero, con il cuore puro, a incantarsi per l'improvviso rossore sulle guance incavate di Thérèse, identificato immediatamente come il segno dell'amore, quando io avevo sperato in una innocente tubercolosi..

In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts (2009)

By the end of the third day, I hated it. I hated it with all my heart. Nothing was going to change. The only thing I was learning was that boredom can hurt like physical pain, like wearing an iron hat, like sandpaper clothes, like being crushed under a big stone.

He felt as though the bones of his ribcage were snapping beneath the weight of the stone that God had laid over his heart.

Within a month, five hundred Jews had chosen to kill themselves rather than face another day of torment, including a family of four who lived next door to the Kleins. "They shot themselves, one at a time," Klein said. "I lay in my bed and listened to the whole thing. A shot, followed by sobs. Another shot, more sobs. After the fourth shot, there was no one left to cry, no one but me.

Tariq said, "You never answered my question." "Which question was that?" "Do you like fado music?" "I suppose it's an acquired taste." He smiled and added, "Like Lisbon itself. For some reason it reminds me of home." "Fado is a music devoted to suffering and pain. That's why it reminds you of home." "I suppose you're right.

Such was life in the Islamic caliphate, bombs falling upon severed heads, in a park where children once played. It

He felt suddenly like Winston Smith in Room 101 of the Ministry of Love.

I have not only labored solely for the benefit of others (receiving for myself a miserable pittance), but have been forced to model my thoughts at the will of men whose imbecility was evident to all but themselves" — Edgar Allan Poe

Pain was a part of so many good things - giving birth, writing a poem, asking forgiveness, even saying I love you. Complete freedom from pain meant separation from life.

Whatever are we to do about you, baby girl? Huh?' 'Kill me, I guess.' 'That idea has been said already. Got'ny other ones?' 'Help me. Ain't nobody said that idea yet, have they?

Moons of ache glowed in spaces of her meat and when she moved the moons banged together and stunned.

For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. And

L?comia de averi, nedreptatea social?, r?azboiul, toate acestea sunt manifest?ri ale r?ului din lumea noastr?.

U zoru, osvanusmo ispod stola, iznad bola.

The temporary suffering of existence is worth more than the final void of nothingness.

Perfectionism is not a prerequisite for anything but pain.

The path to paradise begins in hell.

Into the eternal darkness, into fire and into ice.

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, as sand eddies in a whirlwind.

These wretches, who never were alive.