Quotes About Suffering

As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.

That same piercing screech in her voice every time at the hospital. "Do something!" When I slit my wrists. "Help her!" The last time too. "Somebody help her. Help us!" You're helpless, both of you. All of us.

The future holds no hope or meaning to me. I know that by killing myself other people will suffer, but why go through this interminable hell? What's the point of being here if you feel unloved and abandoned by those you used to trust and count on? What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

Flush me down the toilet. Human waste.

Happiness is the absence of suffering. I think it's an interesting way of looking at it. I think the absence of suffering exists very rarely in the world we live in.

God, please," I scream, "help, Mom, he is going to kill me!" And she is standing just where she was three minutes ago. Three minutes ago my life was different. Three minutes ago I could have made it out of here intact, but now Ã¢â'¬Â¦

God, please," I scream, "help, Mom, he is going to kill me!" And she is standing just where she was three minutes ago. Three minutes ago my life was different. Three minutes ago I could have made it out of here intact, but now Ã¢â'¬Â¦ And my mother, arms folded, body now relaxed and loose, is wearing the curly smile of a Cheshire cat, staring right at me, holding my eyes as I go down, crack, into the corner.

According to Rushdoony, the conditions of the Irish transport were as bad or worse than what we know of slave ships, and the condition of Irish immigrants on arrival was "far worse than that of slaves:

We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.

We forgot about Buddha. We forgot about God. We developed a coldness inside us that still has not thawed. I fear my soul has died. We stopped writing home to our mothers. We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.?

Depression is an illness, and no fault of the person who suffers from it

l'esclavage.

As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard.

pero la Maga sufría de verdad cuando regresaba a sus recuerdos y a todo lo que oscuramente necesitaba pensar y no podía pensar, entonces había que besarla profundamente

Como si se pudiese elegir en el amor, como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio.

Si, se sufre de a ratos, pero es la única salida decente.

Las amputaciones violentas son malas, después te duele el muñón toda la vida.

Piensa en esto: cuando te regalan un reloj te regalan un infierno florido, una cadena de rosas, un calabozo de aire.

Por qué me hacés sufrir, bobo? Ya sé que estás cansado, que no me querés más. Nunca me quisiste, era otra cosa, una manera de soñar. Andate, Horacio, no tenés por qué quedarte. A mí ya me ha pasado tantas veces...

que sigue es peor, no que sea malo porque ahí nada es ninguna cosa precisa; justamente el caos, la confusión resolviéndose en un falso orden: el infierno y sus círculos.

Como si se pudiese elegir en el amor, como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estanqueado en la mitad del patio.

Toliko sam kofera zatvorio u životu, tolike sate proveo pakuju?i prtljag sa kojim nikada nisam putovao, da je ?etvrtak bio dan pun senki i remenja, jer kad vidim remenje za kofere kao da vidim senke, delove nekog bi?a koji me šiba posredno, na najsuptilniji i najužasniji na?in.

No concibo mi vida más que como un encadenamiento de muertes sucesivas. Arrastro tras de mí los cadáveres de todas mis ilusiones, de todas mis vocaciones perdidas.

It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing to endure pain with patience.