Quotes About Suffering

You have to be wiped out as a human being in order to be born again an individual.

Ai simÈ›ire,numai c? e greÈ™it orientat?.Inima ta funcÈ›ioneaz? spasmodic.EÈ™ti recunosc?tor celor ce îÈ›i fac inima s? sangereze;nu suferi din cauza lor,suferi ca s? poÈ›i gusta luxul de a suferi.?i înc? nici n-ai început s? suferi;suferi prin suferinÈ›a altora.

One is ejected into the world like a dirty little mummy; the roads are slippery with blood and no one knows why it should be so. Each one is traveling his own way and, though the earth be rotting with good things, there is no time to pluck the fruits; the procession scrambles toward the exit sign, and such a panic is there, such a sweat to escape, that the weak and the helpless are trampled into the mud and their cries are unheard.

Suffering is futile, my intelligence told me over and over, but I went on suffering voluntarily.

Doi ucigaÈ™i iubindu-se pân? la moarte, din priviri. Nu este aceasta cea mai splendid? tortur??

Tanr?m, biraz akl?m?z olsa ölümü düÅŸününce kalk?p sevincimizden dans ederdik! BulduÄŸumuz çarelerden yararlanmay? bilseydik yar?n hepimiz yataklar?m?zda ölebilirdik, ac? çekmeden, huzur içinde, Ölmek istemiyoruz, sorunumuz bu bizim. Tanr? ve yukar?daki çöp tenekelerindeki diÄŸer her ÅŸey bu yüzden var.

Pour une raison ou pour une autre, l'homme cherche le miracle, et pour l'accomplir, il pataugera dans le sang. Il se gorgera d'une débauche d'idées, il se réduira à n'être qu'une ombre, si, pour une seule seconde de sa vie, il peut fermer les yeux sur la hideur de la réalité. Il endure tout -disgrâce, humiliation, pauvreté, guerre, crime, ennui- croyant que demain quelque chose arrivera, un miracle! qui rendra la vie tolérable.

Baudelaire merely laid his heart bare; Rimbaud plucks his out and devours it slowly.

For some reason or other man looks for the miracle, and to accomplish it he will wade through blood. He will debauch himself with ideas, he will reduce himself to a shadow if for only one second of his life he can close his eyes to the hideousness of reality. Everything is endured—disgrace, humiliation, poverty, war, crime, ennui—in the belief that overnight something will occur, a miracle, which will render life tolerable.

Perhaps our refusal to face reality is the only ill we suffer from, and all the rest but illusion and delusion.

Not the slightest indication of a change anywhere. The cancer of time is eating us away. Our heroes have killed themselves, or are killing themselves.

There are people to whom you feel immediately attracted, not because you like them, but because you detest them. You detest them so heartily that your curiosity is aroused; you come back to them again and again to study them, to arouse in yourself a feeling of compassion which is really absent. You do things for them, not because you feel any sympathy for them, but because their suffering is incomprehensible to you.

The most ignorant and degenerate of them will be asked to shoulder a gun and fight for a civilization which has brought them nothing but misery and degradation.

Quien, por un amor demasiado grande, lo que al fin y al cabo es monstruoso, muere de sufrimiento, renace para no conocer ni amor ni odio, sino para disfrutar. Y ese disfrute de la vida, por haberse adquirido de forma no natural, es un veneno que tarde temprano corrompe al mundo entero. Lo que nace más allá de los límites del sufrimiento humano actúa como un boomerang y provoca destrucción.

Quien, por un amor demasiado grande, lo que al fin y al cabo es monstruoso, muere de sufrimiento, renace para no conocer ni amor no odio, sino para disfrutar. Y ese disfrute de la vida, por haberse adquirido de forma no natural, es un veneno que tarde o temprano corrompe el mundo entero.

Era como los hombres que han estado mucho tiempo en las trincheras, demasiado tiempo bajo el fuego. El sufrimiento humano ordinario, la envidia humana ordinaria, las ambiciones humanas ordinarias... eran mierda para mí.

As for the hardships they may meet with, they rejoice in them, as opportunities to exercise and testify their affection; and since they are able to do so little for God, they are glad of the honor to suffer for him.

Lord cannot always spare you and your family and complete His redemptive work in those around you.

Ask God to make you like Christ so that, even when you are being persecuted, you can pray, "Father, forgive them.

for it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness...

Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army of the dead, The trenches cold and damp, The starved and frozen camp,-- The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. Lo! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom And flit from room to room. And slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufferer turns to kiss Her shadow, as it falls Upon the darkening walls.

The forces which are working out the great scheme of perfect happiness, taking no account of incidental suffering, exterminate such sections of mankind as stand in their way, with the same sternness that they exterminate beasts of prey and herds of useless ruminants.

God help thee, old man, thy thoughts have created a creature in thee; and he whose intense thinking thus makes him a Prometheus; a vulture feeds upon that heart forever; the vulture the very creature he creates.

To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain.