Quotes About Suffering

He felt as if his flesh had been neatly filleted and packed with salt, each organ stuffed with burning coals, his bones drilled open and filled with molten lead.

Cords of darkness were wrapped around her arms, chest and neck. They didn't retreat as Stephen's had.

If you were to put all of the world's pain in one fifty-five gallon drum, it would look silly next to the mountains of gold and silver found in each moment with God. Our problem is that we rarely see past the drum – The Dance of the Dead

El dolor fue tan profundo y tan crudo. Hubo días en que habría muerto solo para olvidar. El problema era que no sabía cómo sacarla de mi mente. ¿Cómo matas ese tipo de dolor?

Whoever said that a straighten hand was more dramatic than a healed heart?

Black was the without eye Black the within tongue Black was the heart Black the liver, black the lungs Unable to suck in light Black the blood in its loud tunnel Black the bowels packed in furnace Black too the muscles Striving to pull out into the light Black the nerves, black the brain With its tombed visions Black also the soul, the huge stammer Of the cry that, swelling, could not Pronounce its sun.

Day by day his sister grew Paler with the wound She could not see or touch or feel, as I dressed it Each day with her blue Breton jacket. - from Life After Death

Better be a bloodless carcase than alive with the blood rotting in your body.

The purpose of revolution is to abolish unnecessary suffering.

Every time you come in yelling that God damn Rise and Shine! Rise and Shine! I say to myself, How lucky dead people are!

In all these years, you never believed I loved you. And I did. I did so much. I did love you. I even loved your hate and your hardness.

Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.

How long does it have to go on? This punishment? Haven't I done time enough, haven't I served my term? can't I apply for a-pardon?

Unrequited love, she was discovering, was much worse when one actually saw the object of one's desire.

Il y a des chagrins qui vous dévorent, qui vous écrasent, et on ne peut... Eh bien, on ne peut rien y faire

In prison we become the prisoners even of our dreams.

We are a feelingless people. If we could really feel, the pain would be so great that we would stop all the suffering ... we would go into the streets and stop the war, stop slavery, stop the prisons, stop the killing, stop destruction.

Real unhappiness is ugly and wounding and scarring to the soul.

It behoved that there should be sin; but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.

Sin is behovely, but all shall be well...

Mindful of Schopenhauer's Buddhist affinities, one might venture a summary of the four-booked World as Will and Representation by means of four 'noble truths': the world is my representation; its essence is will, that is to say, suffering; temporary release from suffering is possible through art; permanent release is possible through 'denial of the will', that is to say, death.

contemplated suicide. Part of the reason was because I didn't want to go on living without my sweet baby boy. I missed him terribly and my guilt was beyond excruciating. It was the worst kind of torture imaginable. I just wanted to end my suffering.

All I know is that I didn't want to risk sending myself into a fiery pit of despair for the rest of eternity because I wasn't strong enough to stick it out, to keep on living until my time came.

also know that I can't protect him from pain. Pain is part of life, and we have to deal with it when it comes.