Quotes About Suffering

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.

When you happened along and saw him doing something that seemed to you to be the very antithesis of his conscience-your conscience-you literally could not stand it. It made you physically ill. Life became hell on earth for you. You had to kill yourself, or he had to kill you to get you functioning as a separate entity.

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.

With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable. I stayed miserable for two days.

Tom [Robinson] era morto nell'attimo stesso in cui Mayella Ewell aveva aperto la bocca e urlato.

Avec lui, la vie était banale, sans lui, elle devenait insupportable.

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." But

He didn't forget his lunch, he didn't have any. He had none today nor would he have any tomorrow or the next day. He had probably never seen three quarters together at the same time in his life.

It might be because he knows in his heart that very few people in Maycomb really believed his and Mayella's yarns. He thought he'd be a hero, but all he got for his pain was… was, okay, we'll convict this Negro but get back to your dump.

How could they do it ? How could they ? I dont know how, 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.

Two big tears had run beneath his glasses down the sides of his cheeks. They had hurt him badly this time.

We are bound by a common anguish.

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

Hurts, doesn´t it? You´re damn right it hurts. You know how it feels ,now.

Llorar por el infierno puro y simple en que unas personas hunden a otras... sin detenerse a pensarlo tan sólo. Llorar por el infierno en que los hombres blancos hunden a los de color, sin pensar que también son personas.

He staked me out, marked as his property, said I was the only girl he would ever love, then he neglected me. I beat him up twice but it did no good, he only grew closer to Jem.

Pain is] a mere disguise of blessings otherwise unattainable

the untold billions who led the bad life as mankind slowly built up the good life for you to lead. Do you ever think of all the people who suffered and died in misery and superstition while civilization was clicking forward one more slow notch?

I don't care what you do to me, but I don't want you to hurt me. I've had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.

Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one. The pain is an anchor, mooring me here.

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. Say you're running and you think, 'Man, this hurts, I can't take it anymore. The 'hurt' part is an unavoidable reality, but whether or not you can stand anymore is up to the runner himself.

There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.

Still, being able to feel pain was good, he thought. It's when you can't even feel pain anymore that you're in real trouble.

Losing you is most difficult for me, but the nature of my love for you is what matters. If it distorts into half-truth, then perhaps it is better not to love you. I must keep my mind but loose you.