Quotes About Suffering

His wet white face and miserable eyes Brought nurses to him more than groans and sighs: But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fell His troubled voice: he did the business well. (First verse of Died of Wounds)

I died in hell. They called it Passchendaele.

One evening I asked whether he [Rivers] thought I was suffering from shell-shock. 'Certainly not,' he replied. 'What have I got then?' 'Well, you appear to be suffering from an anti-war complex.

Let no one ever from henceforth say a word in any way countenancing war. It is dangerous even to speak of how here and there the individual may gain some hardship of soul by it. For war is hell and those who institute it are criminals.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.

Neurotics complain of their illness, but they make the most of it, and when it comes to talking it away from them they will defend it like a lioness her young.

We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.

It is that we are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so helplessly unhappy as when we have lost our loved object or its love.

They discovered firsthand hunger steals courage, makes people irritable, petty, and numb to anything beyond the immediate.

I don't know who it was, but someone, maybe or maybe not Henry James, said that there are two kinds of people in the world: those who upon seeing someone else suffering think, That could happen to me, and those who think, That will never happen to me. The first kind of people help us to endure, the second kind make life hell.

You are so good. So good, you're always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you're gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, doesn't it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it.

Una madre venduta, comprata, battuta, non riuscirà a comunicare il senso della vita, perché non lo possiede.

Orks ir tas, kurš priec?jas, kad b?rns cieš, bet v?l laim?g?ks tas ir, ja b?rns mirst.

A veces morir es simplemente irse de un lugar, abandonar a todas las personas y las costumbres que uno quiere. Por ese motivo el exiliado que no desea morir sufre, pero el exiliado que busca la muerte, encuentra lo que antes no había conocido: la ausencia del dolor en un mundo ajeno." —La continuación

Te amaba como si me pertenecieras, sin recordar que nadie pertenece a nadie, que poseer algo, cualquier cosa, es un vano padecimiento.

I promise to feel no other pain if I cease to feel the one that's killing me now.

Acaso el infierno que le estaba destinado sería peor que el mundo infernal en que estaba viviendo?

Human love, now even more than then, is widely tasked with achieving what once only divine love was thought capable of: to be our ultimate source of meaning and happiness, and of power over suffering and disappointment.

The doors of Hell are never bolted or barred, to those who belong there.

Sometimes you do things to yourself so bad that the memories have barbs and never let you go.

I've known what it feels like, when your whole life hurts so much that you're ready to die, just for the pain to stop. A little less stubbornness, a little more resolve at certain moments, and I might have been one of these poor trapped souls...

Beyond a certain point, hope is more than self-indulgence. It's self-harm.

Why don't you just shoot yourself in the head now and get it over with?