Quotes About Suffering

Sergeant Skirata said that civvies didn't have a clue, and that it was alright for them to have lofty ideas about peace and freedom as long as they weren't the ones being shot at.

Mama?" "Yes, Emmy." She traced a rivulet of rain with her finger as it made its journey down the glass. "How do you know when it's been long enough?" Emmy could sense her mother smiling into the phone. "When you relaize that love doesn't have a time span. Only pain does. I think sometimes it's hard to distinguish between the two, so we just hold on to both of them like they're inseparable.

I wish I could change things for you, make it so this all doesn't have to hurt so much. But that's the point, isn't it? That one day we'll find that the pain we suffered was worth it.

feelings of hurt and betrayal and utter loss poured through me like batter hitting a hot skillet.

I hate this wretched willow soul of mine, patiently enduring, plaited or twisted by other hands

I live in a kind of tension between the will to say yes to my suffering, and my inability to utter this yes with complete sincerity.

Is there always under the glory of white wings and graceful speed, the scaffolding of a cross? If you meet a woman who sails her life with strength and grace and assurance, talk to her. What you will find is that there has been a suffering, that at some time she has left herself for (hanging) dead. We are so busy doing and achieving that we have lost touch with our inner life – that life that gives meaning to symbols and conversely the symbols that give meaning to life.

War: first, one hopes to win; then one expects the enemy to lose; then, one is satisfied that he too is suffering; in the end, one is surprised that everyone has lost.

on Georg Trakl:] it was always inconceivable to me that he could live. His madness wrestled with godly things.

There were 675 people in his village, he says, but one-tenth of them have perished in the past three months. 'It began in November and the children were the first to begin dying.' We are eating some leaves, but the people don't have the strength to look for food any more.

There is only one antidote to mental suffering, and that is physical pain.

Instead of the greatest happiness for the greatest number, one should demand, more modestly, the least amount of avoidable suffering for all; and further, that unavoidable suffering—such as hunger in times of an unavoidable shortage of food—should be distributed as equally as possible.

The flame of my life burns low Under the cluttered days, Like a fire of leaves. But always a little blue, sweet-smelling smoke Goes up to God.

Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.

There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,--when it did not seem worthwhile to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation.

Look at me, he said to her. His arms and legs jerked. Look at me. You got your wish. I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me. The old woman turned and hobbled away. Come back, thought Edward. Fix me

Only the lame could love and only the maimed could mourn

Sometimes suffering is just suffering," she told Gus. "It doesn't make you stronger. It doesn't build character. It only hurts.

Worldwide, one person in nine does not have enough to eat.8 In 2015, six million children under the age of five died, more than half of those deaths due to easy-to-treat conditions such as diarrhoea and malaria.9 Two billion people live on less than $3 a day, and over 70 million young women and men are unable to find work.

fifteen-year-old from Shepherd's Bush, West London, who had poisoned himself with carbolic acid. His father had given him a 'good hiding', the paper reported, because he had been out of work for a month. The boy left a note reading 'I wish you to know the reason I did it is because I could not work', but the judge none the less ascribed his death to his consumption of 'literary offal'.

There is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No relief in hate. It's just a waste of perfectly good happiness.

Almanlar ,kalplerinizi ta?la?t?r?n.Kalplerinizi her ?eye kar?? ,ama en çok da kad?nlar?n gözya?lar?na kar?? ta?la?t?r?n.Bir kad?n?n ruhu yoktur ve bu yüzden de ac? çekemez.Onun gözya?lar? sahtedir,aldatmacad?r.

From Pale Horse, Pale Rider ] The road to death is a long march beset with all evils. . .

The right to take a chance, the right to suffer. The right to be unwise, the right to die. These aims are hateful to the government, which values ever frightened mouse and falling sparrow as equal to a tiger burning bright.