Quotes About Suffering

Don't tell me that [broken heartstrings] hurt less than a broken bone, that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there's no way for it to metastasize — it does.

He tried to kill himself in grade ten, when a kid who still had his mom and dad had the audacity to tell him 'Get over it'. As if depression is something that can be remedied by any of the contents in a first aid-kit.

This town has done us dirty This town has bled us dry We've been here for a long time And we'll be here 'til we die So we'll finish off the leavings Of blood and glue and beer And burn this bloody city down In the summer of the year

I've been spat on and shat on And raped and abused.

One of the greatest mysteries in this world is why God chooses to heal some here on earth and not to heal others. It's in those moments when we're asked to trust, even when we can't see.

But the hoping, that's what really hurts.

I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don't want that ache to stop.

Tis I, my sweet, your rough-and-ready man Well hid by night to beg your fine white hand Though king of bandits, draped in chains of gold I'm poor in love and suffer grief untold

Hope had been beaten to death. She dried her eyes, shut down her heart, and plunged herself into an emotional coma. So much easier not to feel.

Hope had beaten her to death. She dried her eyes, shut down her heart, and plunged herself into an emotional coma. So much easier not to feel.

All the suffering there is in this world arises from wishing our self to be happy. All the happiness there is in this world arises from wishing others to be happy.

We who are like senseless children shrink from suffering, but love its causes. We hurt ourselves; our pain is self-inflicted! Why should others be the object of our anger?

For as long as space endures  And for as long as living beings remain,  Until then may I too abide  To dispel the misery of the world.

We hate suffering, but love it's causes.

What need is there to say more? The childish work for their own benefit, The Buddhas work for the benefit of others. Just look at the difference between them. If I do not exchange my happiness, for the suffering of others, I shall not attain the state of Buddhahood. And even in Samsara I shall have no real joy. The source of all misery in the world lies in thinking of oneself; The source of all happiness lies in thinking of others.

The heavy blade hung high above the prisoners, glinting against the stars, and then the Razor came down, a wedge of falling darkness cutting through the torchlight. One solid thump, and four more heads had been shaved from their bodies.

We tend to forget at times that it is the little ones, the children, who do suffer the greatest hurt. If we cannot comprehend why certain sorrows are visited upon us, how on earth can they?

I feel like his victim, and he seems my victim

and there is nothing to be done for it, it can only be known and borne, it cannot be turned into anything fruitful or sweet, but just be faced, as what it was

I think he had come, in private, to feel he was dying, with me

it was never in doubt that you had suffered more than I when young.

refreshing to live with, beings without the knowledge of death, creatures of ignorant suffering.

the sight pierces me with tenderness, he was suffering, then, as I would soon.

Snyder who had made Jane cry by hiding her favorite plastic horse and telling herthat it had died in the night. That was Snyder to a tee, senselessly mean in very little ways. I say it was a senseless meanness because being mean didn't make him any happier. If you're going to hide a plastic horse and tell its owner it's dead, you should at least get some pleasure from it. Otherwise what are you doing? That was my enduring question—what was he doing?