Quotes About Suffering

He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.

Happy are the downtrodden.

The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to us to be a victim. In the case of some men, compassion for a woman exceeds all measure and transports her to an unreal, entirely imaginary world.

Trudging on foot, loaded with sacks, bundles, and babies, young mothers who had lost their milk, driven out of their minds by the horrors of the journey, abandoned their children, shook the corn out of their sacks onto the ground, and turned back. A quick death, they had decided, was preferable to a slow death by starvation. Better to fall into the clutches of the enemy than to be torn to pieces by some beast in the forest.

I was sent by God to torment / myself, my family, everyone / whom it's a sin to torment.

Dela govore mnogim svojim elementima: temama, situacijama, sižeima, junacima. Ali, više od svega, ona govore umetnoš?u koja je u njima prisutna. Prisustvo umetnosti na stranicama Zlo?ina i kazne mnogo je potresnije od samog Raskoljnikovljevog zlo?ina.

In years of affliction, in times Of unthinkable daily life, She was thrown to him from the bottom By the wave of destiny.

And, peering into those dark gulfs, Empty, without beginning or end, And sweating blood, he prayed to his Father That this cup of death might pass.

Una cosa inutile come la sofferenza non può dare diritti a nessuno su niente.

Revenge was a bitter medicine. It didn't cure suffering. It didn't provide closure. It only hollowed you out further.

But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!

It all seems like a horrible tragedy, with fate pressing on relentlessly to some destined end. Everything that one does seems, no matter how right it may be, to bring on the very thing which is most to be deplored.

There must be no concealment, she said. Alas! We have had too much already. And besides there is nothing in all the world that can give me more pain than I have already endured, than I suffer now!

O desânimo, Mister Black, é o pior tormento de que um homem pode sofrer.

Don't ask me those questions! Don't ask me what life means or how we know reality or why we have to suffer so much. Don't talk about how nothing feels real, how everything is coated with gelatin and shining like oil in the sun. I don't want to hear about the tiger in the corner or the Angel of Death or the phone calls from John the Baptist.

It never stopped, even at night, it was our lullaby. It was our metronome, our pulse. It was our lives measured out in doses slightly larger than those famous coffee spoons. Soup spoons, maybe? Dented tin spoons brimming with what should have been sweet but was sour, gone off, gone by without our savouring it: our lives

The meat was bruised, bleeding, and imprisoned in a tight wrapping. And, though I had a six-month respite from thinking about it, so was I.

My hunger, my thirst, my loneliness and boredom and fear were all weapons aimed at my enemy, the world. They didn't matter a whit to the world, of course, and they tormented me, but I got a gruesome satisfaction from my sufferings.

Es más fácil morir de nada que de dolor, ante el dolor uno puede rebelarse, ante la nada, no.

Any way I slice reality it comes out poorly, and I feel an urge to not exist, something I have never felt before; and now here it comes with conviction, almost panic. I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.

Take me now, God! I shout to the inky sky. I´m ready. You´re not ready. You´re not even divorced yet, Bunny says. You cannot die married to that man.

While God is not the author of evil and He never prompts or condones sin, nothing occurs without His sovereign oversight. Others may choose to do evil deeds and God's people may suffer in the short term, but He will transform the evil intentions of evil people into opportunities for the enrichment of those in His care.

The word compassion means "with suffering." To have compassion is to willingly join in suffering—to show those you love that you will not let them suffer

Pain is inevitable; lives come with pain. Suffering is not inevitable. If suffering is what happens when we struggle with our experience because of our inability to accept it, then suffering is an optional extra [p. 19].