Quotes About Suffering

The most painful anguish that mortals suffer is to understand a great deal but to have no power at all.

maintenant qu'il connaissait cette douleur Muzil la craignait par-dessus tout, ça se lisait désormais dans son oeil la panique d'une souffrance qui n'est plus maîtrisée à l'intérieur du corps mais provoquée artificiellement par une intervention extérieure au foyer du mal sous prétexte de la juguler, il était lair que pour Muzil cette souffrance était plus abominable que sa souffrance intime, devenue familière

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.

I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men

of all creatures that breathe and move on earth none is more to be pitied than a man.

Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.

And what if one of the gods does wreck me out on the wine-dark sea? I have a heart that is inured to suffering and I shall steel it to endure that too. For in my day I have had many bitter and painful experiences in war and on the stormy seas. So let this new disaster come. It only makes one more.

What a lamentable thing it is that men should blame the gods and regard us as the source of their troubles, when it is their own transgressions which bring them suffering that was not their destiny.

and they limp and halt, they're all wrinkled, drawn, they squint to the side, can't look you in the eyes, and always bent on duty, trudging after Ruin, maddening, blinding Ruin. But Ruin is strong and swift—She outstrips them all by far, stealing a march, leaping over the whole wide earth to bring mankind to grief.

The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.

For of all creatures that breathe and creep about on the earth, there is none so miserable as man.

he took a cable which had been service on a blue-bowed ship, made one end fast to a high column in the portico, and threw the other over the round-house, high up, so that their feet would not touch the ground. As when long-winged thrushes or doves get entangled in a snare . . . so the women's heads were held fast in a row, with nooses round their necks, to bring them to the most pitiable end. For a little while their feet twitched, but not for very long.

We men are wretched things

A man who has suffered much and wandered much has pleasure out of his sorrows.

Tell me about a complicated man, Muse, tell me how he wandered and was lost... ...And where he went, and who he met, the pain He suffered on the sea, and how he worked To bring his men back home. - Emily Wilson Translation of Homer's Odyssey

The Wrath of Achilles is my theme, that fatal wrath which, in fulfillment of the will of Zeus, brought the Achaeans so much suffering and sent the gallant souls of many nobleman to Hades, leaving their bodies as carrion for the dogs and passing birds.

Ay, ay, cómo culpan los mortales a los dioses!, pues de nosotros, dicen, proceden los males. Pero también ellos por su estupidez soportan dolores más allá de lo que les corresponde.

In this way, the Odyssey's hero embodies one of its central themes, which is that the capacity to defer satisfaction and endure suffering is as necessary for success as the ability to perform brilliant feats.

The business of wretches is wretched even in guarantee giving.

Stand strong, my heart; through even worse pain you have suffered. (??????? ??, ??????· ??? ???????? ???? ???? ?????.) Odyssey, Rhapsody 20:18

You are indeed a man of sorrows and have suffered much...pray be seated now, here on this chair, and let us leave our sorrows, bitter though they are, locked up in our own hearts, for weeping is cold comfort and does little good.

So the immortals spun our lives that we, we wretched men live on to bear such torments-the gods live free of sorrows. There are two great jars that stand on the floor of Zeus's halls and hold his gifts, our miseries one, the other blessings. When Zeus who loves the lightning mixes gifts for a man, now he meets with misfortune, now good times in turn.

Poor wretches, what evil has come on you? Your heads and faces and the knees underneath you are shrouded in night and darkness; a sound of wailing has broken out, your cheeks are covered with tears, and the walls bleed, and the fine supporting pillars. All the forecourt is huddled with ghosts, the yard is full of them as they flock down to the underworld and the darkness. The sun has perished out of the sky, and a foul mist has come over.