Quotes About Suffering

If you believe nothing else I tell you, my queen, believe my pain. Consider the cause.

I will rue for all eternity every moment of suffering I've caused you. The entire time I'm burning in Hell, I'll regret each tear I made you weep. But if Hell were the price for twenty days with you, I'd condemn myself again and again.

We're all going to die. Alone and miserably. With lots of pain. That's the way life goes. People make promises and don't keep them. They say they care about you and forget you.

He, who had once been whole, was halved, without hope of ever being complete again. And when you've known that kind of love, to endure the creeping passage of time without it is to live a half-life where nothing ever feels real.

Some crimes," I quote Ryodan stiffly, "are so personal, blood-vengeance belongs only to the one who suffered them.

I'd have given him a gift, only to snatch it away again, and counter to mainstream cliché, for some of us it's kinder to never have a thing at all than to have it and lose it. Some of us love too hard. Some of us don't seem to be able to hold that vital piece of ourselves back.

Flames of another kind. Hellfire. You will believe you canna possibly endure the agony.

Just die. It'll end everyone's misery, including your own.

known," Dani said miserably. "She hangs here. Likes Chester's. I been hunting her. Guess she knew it. Ow!" She touched her mouth. Her lips were cracked, oozing. It looked as if her teeth were about to start falling out. Tears stung my eyes. I slammed my palms into the frozen Gray Woman.

People in Hell want ice water.

Wake the fuck up, Ms. Lane. Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain. Alina was the lucky one. Try living for someone. Through it all—good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

Get a little practice. See what it feels like to drive a knife through my heart. Relish it. Watch the light fade from my eyes, stare into my dying, taste it, see how you like it. There's a moment in death that is unlike anything else in all existence.

as long as you're still capable of suffering you're still capable of joy.

I suddenly see us from above. I do that all the time now. I think it's because I'm losing my humanity and it's my way of marking my descent into hell.

I wonder about that borrowed grace. Wonder about the enormous amount of pain they must be suffering to finally feel okay only when they decide to opt out of this crazy, beautiful world. You don't see it coming, not even me. Although I've learned to watch for an unexpected, suspicious peace.

I make a new discovery that totally blows. Dying is the easy part. It's coming back to life that sucks. One second I'm gone. I don't even exist. The next second, I'm on fire with pain.

Like one of them, she's been turned inside out but is still horrifically alive.

Dying is overrated. Human sentimentality has twisted it into the ultimate act of love. Biggest load of bullshit in the world. Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain...Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

Comedy is pain plus time.

Sometimes feeling nothing hurts the most.

Pain is the dark knight that exists between wanting and not having.

Whoever it was who'd said life's a bitch didn't know the half of it. Death was the bitch's bigger, badder sister.

Tibetan Buddhism teaches that suffering is a feeling that our wishes are not being fulfilled. Or that no one is listening to us or does what we expect them to do.

When we embrace all our feelings, all our emotions including suffering, hope will endure and sustain us. We can then truly live and face our last moments with integrity and wholeness.