Quotes About Suffering

If you're going to kill me, do it now," Daniel said. "Don't make me suffer this." Would a demon care about suffering? "You are cruel," Othman said, shaking his head. "How can you say such a thing?" "Then let me go." Daniel tensed, wondering if escape was still possible. "But Daniel you are a lover and keeper of angels. Why do you fight me? Do you fight Owen this way?

The internet can be many things, of course. Too often it's a cesspool of distraction, a place we indulge in the modern sport of snark and schandenfrende, building the case for our own bigotries, where we mock and thereby dismiss the suggering of others.

To be really honest, I think if anybody did derive comfort from the fact that 'there's always someone worse off than yourself,' they'd have to be a pretty sad and sick individual. If I've sprained my wrist, I'm not made happier by the thought that someone somewhere has broken their leg!

The real me died years ago. I died and I went to hell. This is hell.

Miserable people with miserable lives, buggering about in a miserable, pointless parade of misery.

The dead don't come back. Not to this world. This world is too cruel for anyone to want to come back.

You should have seen the things they were giving babies instead of milk. I remember seeing them put salt-pork gravy in milk bottles and putting a nipple on, and the baby sucking this salt-pork gravy. A real blue baby, dying of starvation. In house after house, I saw that sort of thing.

Much as I hate to say it, the Second World War did end the Great Depression. I think we solve our problems by killing our boys and others.

There's a certain class of people who will do you in and then remain completely mystified by the depth of your pain.

But pain may be a gift to us. Remember, after all, that pain is one of the ways we register in memory the things that vanish, that are taken away. We fix them in our minds forever by yearning, by pain, by crying out. Pain, the pain that seems unbearable at the time, is memory's first imprinting step, the cornerstone of the temple we erect inside us in memory of the dead. Pain is part of memory, and memory is a God-given gift.

Paul walked with something screwed up tight inside him … yet he chatted away with his mother. He would never have confessed to her how he suffered over these things and she only partly guessed." D.H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers

Reasons for not living: You die anyway. Life is nothing but anguish. There is to much cruelty in the world. Reasons for living: Things might get better.

GOOD FRIDAY Poor Jesus, it must have been dead awful for him.

How quickly we became prisoners, how quickly we gave up our freedom, how quickly we tolerated the loss of that freedom, like a child being abused, in silence.

was impossible not to know what was happening in this country. The answer was right before my eyes. Small, dark, emaciated people with dead eyes. A landscape devoid of any organic signs of life. I remembered how Katie had whispered the word slaves. And when I saw my students marching, I thought of the word soldiers. There they were, every direction we turned: soldiers and slaves.

I'm not the one who's so far away When I feel the snake bite enter my veins. Never did I wanna be here again, And I don't remember why I came.

Throughout history no one has suffered more than God. He has suffered because his own children fell away from him. Ever since the Fall, God has been working tirelessly for the restoration of mankind. People do not know this brokenhearted aspect of God.

It's a quality of the gods To see a creature with its back broken And be unmoved.

And if her heart was breaking with every step she took, at least he would never know.

The energy involved in shattering is the life force, the inborn need for attachment. When that energy is thwarted, it intensifies what Buddhists call clinging; suffering and grief are the result. Its pain is our psychobiological reaction to being suddenly cut off, held back from the relationship we so desire. This powerful impetus to attach is ever present. It can be the source of pain, but when redirected, it becomes the first step toward healing.

I would have fallen down long ago and let the ground drink the blood of my slit throat, were it not for you. So long as you are by my side, I can endure. You ease the stoned-to-death feeling in my soul.

But she's wrong about hell. You don't have to wait until you're dead to get there.

They said if you are in China you have to be sold, you have to get married. And something that still saddens me is that I actually didn't care, I was so hungry.

Foie gras is sold as an expensive delicacy in some restaurants and shops. But no one pays a higher price for foie gras than the ducks and geese who are abused and killed to make it.