Quotes About Suffering

I, the miserable and the abandoned, am an abortion, to be spurned at, and kicked, and trampled on

Je souhaite ardemment que l'accomplissement de vos désirs ne devienne pas pour vous, comme ce, le fut pour moi, un poison venimeux.

Remember that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Everywhere

There are some beings, whom fate seems to select on whom to pour, in unmeasured portion, the vials of her wrath, and whom she bathes even to the lips in misery.

Non v'è nulla di più doloroso per l'animo umano di quella calma mortale che segue alla grande agitazione di sensazioni e sentimenti provocata da una rapida successione di eventi, quel misto d'impotenza e rassegnazione che si produce quando al cuore mancano sia la speranza che il timore.

Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circles no grief or folly ventures.

los mismos sueños que me habían servido de sustento y solaz durante tanto tiempo, se habían convertido ahora en un infierno para mí.

Wayward human nature will rebel against mental sloth. We must act, suffer, or enjoy; or the worst of all torments is ours - such restless agony as old poets figured as befalling a living soul imprisoned in the bark of a tree. We are not born to be cabbages.

So much does suffering blunt even the coarsest sensations of men

I wondered irritably why married women so often adopted that tone, almost, of superior satisfaction in the things they had to suffer.

The labours I endured were no longer to be alleviated by the bright sun or gentle breezes of spring; all joy was but a mockery, which insulted my desolate state, and made me feel more painfully that I was not made for the enjoyment of pleasure.

the survivors are the greatest sufferers, and for them time is the only consolation. Those maxims of the Stoics, that death was no evil, and that the mind of man ought to be superior to despair on the eternal absence of a beloved object, ought not to be urged. Even Cato wept over the dead body of his brother.

I am alone – quite alone – in the world – the blight of misfortune has passed over me and withered me; I know that I am about to die and I feel happy – joyous.

But I am not so wretched as you are

He can no longer be a fit subject for pity; the survivors are the greatest sufferers, and for them time is the only consolation.

I am sorry that I am alive to feel this misery and horror.

Persecuted and tortured as I am and have been, can death be any evil to me?

Why did I not die? More miserable than man ever was before, why did I not sink into forgetfulness and rest? Death snatches away many blooming children, the only hopes of their doating parents: how many brides and youthful lovers have been one day in the bloom of health and hope, and the next a prey for worms and the decay of the tomb! Of what materials was I made, that I could thus resist so many shocks, which, like the turning of the wheel, continually renewed the torture.

There was none among the myriads of men that existed who would pity or assist me; and should I feel kindness towards my enemies? No; from that moment I declared everlasting war against the species, and more than all, against him who had formed me and sent me forth to this insupportable misery.

El afecto que este huésped suscita en mí aumenta diariamente. Excita simultáneamente mi admiración y mi compasión en medida asombrosa, ¡Cómo puedo ver una criatura tan noble destruida por el sufrimiento, sin experimentar el dolor más acerbo! Es tan bondadoso, y al mismo tiempo tan sensato; su mente está tan cultivada; y cuando habla, aunque sus palabras están elegidas con el arte más refinado, fluyen con rapidez y elocuencia sin igual.

They call this retribution. Hateful name! When that word is pronounced, I know greater and more horrid punishments are going to be inflicted than the gloomiest tyrant has ever invented to satiate his utmost revenge.

Our lives will not be happy, but they will be harmless, and free from the misery I now feel. Oh! my creator, make me happy; let me feel gratitude towards you for one benefit!

sickened as I read. 'Hateful day when I received life!' I exclaimed in agony. 'Cursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God in pity made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid from its very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and detested.' "These

My daily vows rose for revenge—a deep and deadly revenge, such as would alone compensate for the outrages and anguish I had endured.