Quotes About Suffering

He would never let us go. We were his belly slaves. We were all he had to do with his forever time. We would be forever with him, with the cavern-filling bulk of the creature machine, with the all-mind soulless world he had become. He was Earth, and we were the fruit of that Earth; and though he had eaten us he would never digest us. We could not die. We had tried it. We had attempted suicide, oh one or two of us had. But AM had stopped us. I suppose we had wanted to be stopped.

Inwardly: alone. Here. Living. under the land, under the sea, in the belly of AM, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that he could do it better. At least the four of them are safe at last. AM will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet … AM has won, simply … he has taken his revenge … I have no mouth. And I must scream.

Nietzsche tended to equate the memorable with the painful.

But I can't understand a Yahweh , or a God , who could be all-powerful and all knowing and would allow the Nazi death camps and schizophrenia .

If they wish to alleviate the sufferings of the exploited classes, let them live up to their pretensions, let them abandon the academy and go out there and work politically and economically and in a humanitarian spirit.

Jesus is present only as a supreme representation of suffering and change, one that Shakespeare (in his dangerous era) shrewdly and invariably avoided.

Freud, slyly following Shakespeare, gave us our map of the mind; Kafka intimated to us that we could not hope to use it to save ourselves, even from ourselves.

Then it came across the radio: Bravo Company had found one other survivor from our 2nd Platoon. He had been badly wounded in the legs and had propped himself up against a tree. He had been burned by napalm, waiting in the night, and some North Vietnamese had put a pistol to his eye and pulled the trigger. Shot him in the eye, blinded him, but he was still alive! I saw him being brought in on a stretcher, smoking a cigarette, all fucked up.

publicly raped by a specially trained giraffe, after which she was torn apart by wild animals.

It's cold here; I have a sparrow in a box with his foot frozen off; I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill him as I cannot keep him in that box & he can't possibly live if I turn him loose. This is a tough world for lots of people, including sparrows.10

They've done it before and they'll do it again and when they do it -- seems that only the children weep. Good night.

Cry about the simple hell people give other people- without even thinking. Cry about the hell white people give colored folks, without even stopping to think that they're people too.

Atticus--- ...said Jem bleakly. How could they do it, how could they? I don't know, but they did it. They've done it before & they did it tonight & they'll do it again & when they do it--- seems that only children weep.

How could they do it, how could they?' 'I don't know, but they did it.They've done it before and they did it tonight and they'll do it again and when they do - seems that only children weep

Somehow, it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summer's day; bony mules hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks on the square. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after their three o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.

Cry about the simple hell people give other people—without even thinking.

Ä°çgüdüleri henüz yok olmam??. Biraz büyüsün, ne aÄŸlar ne hastalan?r. Bekle biraz büyüsün. Ä°ÅŸlerin yanl?? olduÄŸunun az biraz fark?na var?r belki, ama aÄŸlamaz. Ne için aÄŸlamam Bay Raymond? Ä°nsanlar?n insanlara çektirdiklerine aÄŸlamazs?n.

but when a man spends his relief checks on green whiskey his children have a way of crying from hunger pains. I don't know of any landowner around here who begrudges those children any game their father can hit.

El nacimiento de una persona es de lo más desagradable. Es sucio, es extremadamente doloroso y a veces es peligroso. Siempre es sangriento. Pues lo mismo sucede con la civilización.

piangerai per la vita d'inferno che la gente costringe altri a fare… senza nemmeno riflettere. Non piangerai per l'inferno in cui i bianchi fanno vivere la gente di colore, senza fermarsi un momento a pensare che sono persone come noi.

Cry about the hell white people give colored folks

Cry about what, Mr. Raymond?' Dill's maleness was beginning to assert itself. 'Cry about the simple hell people give other people - without even thinking. Cry about the hell white people give colored folks, without even stopping to think that they're people, too.

He was bleeding slowly to death in the midst of abundance, for his life's blood was poverty.

Atticus -' said Jem bleakly. He turned in the doorway, 'What, son?' 'How could they do it, how could they?' 'I don't know, but they did it. They've done it before and they did it tonight and they'll do it again and when they do it - seems that only children weep. Good night.