Quotes About Suffering

Slaves, slaves to anything or anyone, despite how much they abhor it, will often cling to that slavery out of fear the alternative would be insufferable.

Reality could seldom match the imagination, and in the imagination, the pain was real.

They knew how to cut a person both to cause pain, to cripple, and to bring a swift death, and they weren't timid about doing either.

There is nothing fair about having to fight in war. The only fair thing would be to live in peace. The purpose of war is singular: to kill.

The ground was soaked with blood. What had been Clovis was no longer remotely recognizable. His jaw was shattered and hung completely unhinged to the side. One eye socket had been altogether caved in. Oba's knee had broken the man's sternum and crushed his chest. It was glorious.

A person who is dying, with no hope of recovery, and in great suffering, can be no better served than by the benevolent act of assisting them in ending their suffering.

Their young live were over, too, except they had to die everyday while still breathing.

As I watched, I was wondering how many of them were suffering from something, trying to recover from something. How many of them had lost a loved one or were suffering from a broken heart? How many of them were worried about a loved one? A child. A parent. A friend.

We dream of times that are not and blindly flee the only one that is. The fact is that the present usually hurts. —BLAISE PASCAL

Why people take drugs baffles me to no end. Especially when they can't afford them.

Seeing things a human shouldn't have to see makes us human.

And when the Patrician was unhappy, he became very democratic. He found intricate and painful ways of spreading that unhappiness as far as possible.

Yeah, all right, but everyone knows they torture people, mumbled Sam. Do they? said Vimes. Then why doesn't anyone do anything about it? 'cos they torture people.

Magrat wondered what it was like, spending your whole life doing something you didn't want to do. Like being dead, she considered, only worse, the reason being, you were alive to suffer it.

I know about people who talk about suffering for the common good. It's never bloody them! When you hear a man shouting Forward, brave comrades! you'll see he's the one behind the bloody big rock and the wearing the only really arrow-proof helmet!

Being Ymor's right-hand man was like being gently flogged to death with scented bootlaces.

There were two ways of looking at the world, but only one when you are starving.

If anyone locked me in a dungeon, there'd be screams.

But if you must know, your moon here is rather more powerful than the ones around my own world." "The moon?" said Twoflower. "I don't under-" "If I've got to spell it out," said the troll, testily, "I'm suffering from chronic tides.

People were good at imagining hells, and some they occupied while they were alive.

The death of the warrior or the old man or the little child, this I understand, and I take away the pain and end the suffering. I do not understand this death-of-the-mind.

He ached all over. It wasn't just that his brain was writing checks that his body couldn't cash. It had gone beyond that. Now his feet were borrowing money that his legs hadn't got, and his back muscles were looking for loose change under the sofa cushions.

Well, Hell was worse, of course, by definition. But Crowley remembered what Heaven was like, and it had quite a few things in common with Hell. You couldn't get a decent drink in either of them, for a start. And the boredom you got in Heaven was almost as bad as the excitement you got in Hell.

Words empower us, move us beyond our suffering and set us free. This is the sorcery of literature. We are healed by our stories.