Quotes About Suffering

Alle tragischen Männer gewinnen ihre Größe durch etwas Krankhaftes in ihnen.

Sueños nocturnos agotadores e intolerablemente vívidos, que, volviendo a tomar sus más intensos pensamientos a lo largo de día, los llevaban adelante entre un entrechocarse de frenesíes, dándoles vueltas como un torbellino en su cerebro llameante (...) se le convertía en angustia insufrible (...) demonios malditos le incitaban a dejarse caer entre ellos; cuando ese infierno de su interior se abría como un bostezo debajo de él.

Tus pensamientos han creado en ti una criatura; y cuando alguien se hace un Prometeo con su intenso pensar, un buitre se alimenta de su corazón para siempre, y ese buitre es la propia cultura que él crea.

Hay una sabiduría que es dolor; pero hay un dolor que es locura.

Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad.

In an instant's compass, great hearts sometimes condense to one deep pang, the sum total of those shallow pains kindly diffused through feebler men's whole lives. And so, such hearts, though summary in each one suffering; still, if the gods decree it, in their life-time aggregate a whole age of woe, wholly made up of instantaneous intensities; for even in their pointless centres, those noble natures contain the entire circumferences of inferior souls.

La conciencia representa la herida cuya hemorragia nada puede contener.

Well, well; no more. In no Paradise myself, I am impatient of all misery in others that is not mad. Thou should'st go mad, black-smith; say, why dost thou not go mad? How can'st thou endure without being mad? Do the heavens yet hate thee, that thou can'st not go mad? - What wert thou making there?

Ale pomni posádko moje, že na pravoboku každi?ké bÄ›dy leží skute?ná radost, a tato radost je mnohem vyÅ¡Å¡í, než kam sahá hloubka strasti.

what trances of torments does that man endure who is consumed with one unachieved revengeful desire.

For every one knows that this earthly air, whether ashore or afloat, is terribly infected with the nameless miseries of the numberless mortals who have died exhaling it;

La felicidad busca la luz, por eso nos parece que el mundo es alegre; pero el sufrimiento se esconde, por eso nos parece que no existe.

Ay! La felicidad busca la luz y por eso creemos que el mundo es alegre. Sin embargo, el sufrimiento se oculta en la distancia, y por eso pensamos que el sufrimiento no existe.

rotted down from manhood by their hopeless misery on the isle; wonted to cringe in all things to their lord, himself the worst of slaves; these wretches were now become wholly corrupted to his hands. He used them as creatures of an interior race; in short, he gaffles his four animals, and makes murderers of them; out of cowards fitly manufacturing bravoes.

Ah, la felicidad busca la luz, por eso juzgamos que el mundo es alegre; pero el dolor se esconde en la soledad, por eso juzgamos que el dolor no existe.

Here the sons of adversity meet the children of calamity, and here the children of calamity meet the offspring of sin.

Mutluluk ???kla cilveleÅŸir, biz de dünyan?n neÅŸe dolu olduÄŸunu düÅŸünürüz. Oysa ?zd?rap uzaklarda saklan?r, bizde ?zd?rap yok san?r?z.

and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad.

Tell me, Briny," Natalie said, "are you still having fun?" He looked around at the noisy, crowded, evil-smelling ward, where the Polish women were helplessly bringing new life into a city which was being dynamited to death by the Germans, going through unpostponable birth pangs with the best care the dying city could give them. "More fun than a barrel of monkeys.

All the corpses must be brought back from the work site for the evening roll call, since the count of living and dead has to match the number of men who left in the morning, to establish that nobody has escaped Auschwitz except by dying.

The reason for the prosperity of the wicked, and also for the troubles of the good, is not in our hands." Then

shot at. All I did at Wotje was lose control

People who can solve a lot of problems by simply dying are the ones who hang on and on.

When a child is born to them, his relatives sit around and him and grieve over all the evils he will have to endure later, recounting all the things humans must suffer. But when someone dies, they have fun and take pleasure in burying him in the ground, reciting over him all the evils he has escaped and how he is now in a state of complete bliss.