Quotes About Suffering

Pain worn without pause and for so long could itself become a mask.

She was glad she'd missed the river of corpses that must have filled the city streets during the initial phase of clean-up - wagon after wagon groaning beneath the weight of crushed bodies, white flesh seared by fire and slashed by sword, rat-gnawed and raven-pecked - men, women, and children.

Armour encumbers, restricts the body and soul within it. But it also protects. Blows are blunted Feelings lose their edge, leaving us to suffer naught but a plague of bruises, and after a time, bruises fade.

The dead are ever refashioned, for they have no defence against those who would use or abuse them – who they were, what their deeds meant. And this was the anguish…this…injustice.

I was once told that dreams are worthy things," said Emancipor, "even if they end up in misery and unending horror." "Ah, and who told you that?" He shrugged. "My wife.

but as he watched, he saw the blossoming of wounds on the woman – her arms, legs, chest. Her expression held complete disbelief.

Bloodflies rode her drawn gasps into her mouth, biting as she gagged and spat.

You – you . . .' Her words were drowned out in a flood of pain rising up within her, an anguish more thorough in shattering her than anything she'd yet suffered. She staggered back a step. Baudin's small, flat eyes held steady on her. Heboric cleared his throat. 'We'd best hurry.

When it is all one can do to simply hold on, then to suffer is to weather a deluge no god can ease

It is the horror of war that, with each newly arrived generation, the nightmare is reprised by innocents.

When I Ascended, Lady, it was to escape the nightmares of feeling…" He grimaced. "Imagine my surprise that I now thank you for such chains.

It is an extraordinary act of courage,' said Tulas Shorn, 'to come to know a stranger's pain. To even consider such a thing demands a profound dispensation, a willingness to wear someone else's chains, to taste their suffering, to see with one's own eyes the hue cast on all things – the terrible stain that is despair.

That's a succinct summary of humankind, I'd say. Who needs tomes and volumes of history? Children are dying. The injustices of the world hide in those three words. Quote me, Duiker, and your work's done.

His brittle, yellowed bones were splintered, crushed and shattered.

And the fact remained, whatever games the gods played, it was hard-working dirt-poor bastards like him who suffered for it.

Among humans, cold indifference was often manifested in acts of brutal cruelty, was often the true visage of evil

We will ourselves empty to numb us to our cruelty. We stiffen our faces and say we have needs. But to be empty is to have no purchase, nothing to grasp on to, and so in the emptiness we slide and we slide.

Some wounds never heal, and that man has just taken such a wounding.

War is not a natural state. It is an imposition, and a damned unhealthy one.

We fight our wars and leave in our wake the redolent reek of suffering and misery. These plains are vast, are they not? What terrible cost would we face if we just left each other alone? An end to this squabble over land - Father Shadow knows, no-one really owns it. The game of possession belongs to us, not to the rocks and earth, the grasses and the creatures walking the surface in their fraught struggle to survive.

Along the track, no more than fifty long paces from Duiker's position, a hapless squad of Malazan soldiers writhed on what were locally called Sliding Beds—four tall spears each set upright, the victim set atop the jagged points, at the shoulders and upper thighs. Depending on their weight and their strength of will in staying motionless, the impaling and the slow slide down to the ground could take hours.

Grief rapes the mind, and I know all about rape.

She had trapped him in this role – using the fact of his adoration, his love for her – and he was no longer certain that his love could survive such abuse.

We are all naught but twists of suffering in a river of pain.