Quotes About Suffering

YOU GET A GOOD COMBINATION OF RESENTMENT AND ARROGANCE GOING YOU CAN BE SURE THAT YOU'LL END UP IN SOMETHING THAT IS PRETTY MUCH INDISTINGUISHABLE FROM HELL AND ALSO THAT FEELS LIKE IT LASTS FOR AN ETERNITY...

Život je patnja. Buddha je to vrlo jasno rekao. Krš?ani to prikazuju slikovito, raspe?em samoga Boga. Židovska vjera obiluje prisje?anjima na tu istinu. Istovjetnost izme?u života i ograni?enja jedna je od primarnih i neizbježnih ?injenica postojanja. Ranjivost našega Bi?a ?ini nas podložnima bolima društvenoga prosu?ivanja, prijezira i neminovna sloma naših tijela.

To suffer terribly and to know yourself as the cause: that is Hell. And once in Hell it is very easy to curse Being itself.

Only man will inflict suffering for the sake of suffering. That is the best definition of evil I have been able to formulate. Animals can't manage that, but humans, with their excruciating, semi-divine capacities, most certainly can.

Everyone's life is a tragedy

We must bear a load, to justify our miserable existence.

It is because we are born human that we are guaranteed a good dose of suffering. And chances are, if you or someone you love is not suffering now, they will be within five years, unless you are freakishly lucky. Rearing kids is hard, work is hard, aging, sickness and death are hard, and Jordan emphasized that doing all that totally on your own, without the benefit of a loving relationship, or wisdom, or the psychological insights of the greatest psychologists, only makes it harder.

Carl Jung hypothesized that the European mind found itself motivated to develop the cognitive technologies of science—to investigate the material world—after implicitly concluding that Christianity, with its laser-like emphasis on spiritual salvation, had failed to sufficiently address the problem of suffering in the here-and-now.

Ali osobno žrtvovanje i rad puno nas djelotvornije ?uvaju od patnje negoli kratkoro?ni impulzivni užici.

Life can be meaningful enough to justify its suffering

What do you call a planet where bad guys stroll through life with success draped around their shoulders like a King's cloak, while random horrors are visited upon the innocent heads of children? I call it Earth.

Pero de eso hacía demasiado, tanto que ya ni recordaba los matices, y veía las escenas como fotografías inmóviles sujetas con alfileres en su mente. Sabía que eran alfileres porque le dolían las punzadas de cada imagen, de cada recuerdo, como si aún lo llevara prendido de verdad en algún rincón de su alma.

El amor es la más injusta de las emociones. No te deja vivir, y al mismo tiempo te impide morir.

por la memoria de aquella pobre mujer que empezó perdiendo el nombre y terminó perdiendo la cordura.

Pirulito avança. Vê o inferno, o castigo de Deus, suas mãos e sua cabeça a arder uma vida que nunca acaba. Mas sacode o corpo como que jogando longe a visão, recebe o Menino que a Virgem lhe entrega, o encosta ao peito e desaparece na rua.

Omolu mandou a bexiga negra para a cidade. Mas lá em cima os homens ricos se vacinaram, e Omolu era um deus das florestas da África, não sabia destas coisas de vacina. E a varíola desceu para a cidade dos pobres e botou gente doente, botou negro cheio de chaga em cima da cama. Então vinham os homens da saúde pública, metiam os doentes num saco, levavam para o lazareto distante. As mulheres ficavam chorando, porque sabiam que eles nunca mais voltariam.

uno sufre porque ama, no por estar casado.

They were mistaken if they thought he did not kill her because he loved her too much. At that moment Nacib did not love her. He did not hate her either. He beat her mechanically, as if to relax his nerves from the tension of suffering. He was empty like a vase without a flower. He felt a pain in his heart as if someone were slowly pushing a dagger into it. He felt neither hate nor love. Just pain" (366).

Vossas Reverências sabem que as torturas do amor humano são grandes, sobretudo se a carne está empeçonhada de vício.

Nadie sabe en dónde queda mi país, lo buscan entristeciéndose de miopía: no puede ser, tan pequeño ¿y es tanta su desgarradura, tanto su terremoto, tanta tortura militar, más trópico que el trópico?

Se acostó a soñar despierto con Bailén. El lodo y la sangre. Las risotadas y las chanzas. Las descargas cerradas. Los soldados que empuñaban carabinas y calaban bayonetas. Los chasquidos. Las balas que pasaban silbando. Los fusileros intoxicados de pólvora que mordían el cartucho, empujaban el proyectil con la baqueta, se ponían los mosquetes contra la cara y disparaban. Los bordados y los cordones. Las fogatas y las antorchas. La miseria. El dolor. Los muertos.

ARTISTAS: se mueren de hambre, no se cortan las uñas y se comunican entre sí diciéndose rimas de Becquer

May Heaven exist, even if my place is Hell.

Il y a cet entassement des corps dans le wagon cette lancinante douleur dans le genou droit. Les jours les nuits. Je fais un effort et j'essaye de compter les jours de compter les nuits. Ca m'aidera peut-être à y voir clair. Quatre jours cinq nuits. Mais j'ai dû mal compter ou alors il y a des jours qui se sont changés en nuits. J'ai des nuits en trop des nuits à revendre.