Quotes About Suffering

Me vino muy bien verlos permanecer allí sentados y no acudir en mi ayuda, porque cuando terminé de gritar por segunda vez y el desollador consiguió entrar, comprendí que estaba totalmente sola y que tendría que apañármelas como pudiera, pues no le importaba a nadie más.

You're just setting yourself up for pain and anguish if you do something like that. But pain and anguish were everywhere anyway. Might as well put them to good use.

If a woman's sexual sense of self has centered on pain as far back as the record goes, who is she without it? If suffering is beauty and beauty is love, she cannot be sure she will be loved if she does not suffer. It is hard, because of such conditioning, to envisage a female body free of pain and still desirable.

If we take the high end of the figures, it means that of ten young American women in college, two will be anorexic and six will be bulimic; only two will be well. The norm, then, for young, middle-class American women, is to be a sufferer from some form of the eating disease.

Cruelty became as contagious as any disease.

I say good-by when I see you going in the doors, The hopeless open doors that call and wait And take you then for- how many cents a day? How many cents for the sleepy eyes and fingers? I say good-by because I know they tap your wrists, In the dark, in the silence, day by day, And all the blood of you drop by drop, And you are old before you are young.

When Morgan looked at the pedigrees of families like the Kallikaks, he did not see undeniable proof of the heredity of feeblemindedness. He saw instead many generations of poor people suffering enduring hardships. "It is obvious that these groups of individuals have lived under demoralizing social conditions that might swamp a family of average persons," Morgan wrote.

Poverty is love for the poor Jesus, and voluntary self-denial. Jesus could have been rich. He did not have to live the kind of life he lived. No, he wanted to be poor in order to share the restrictions of real poverty, to put up with the lack of comfort, to suffer in his body the hard reality which weighs down the man searching for bread, to experience the abiding instability of one who possesses nothing.

And yet that mother is right. She has sacrificed herself for her family. The others have allowed themselves plenty of freedom. She has had no share of it. She has worked, slaved, given up every moment of her day. But there's something more serious, something which is the real cause of suffering. She hasn't been understood. They have taken her for granted; they haven't, for example, noticed her crying in silence.

Perhaps for that very reason, I adored her all the more, because of the eternal human stupidity of pursuing those who hurt us the most.

vous avez poison au coeur

If you think you're the only person for whom life is painful, you're wrong. And if you don't mind letting yourself die like a dog, at least have the decency to remember that there are those of us who do care – although, to tell the truth, I don't see why?

Hope is cruel and has no consequence

Si me hubiera detenido a pensarlo, hubiera comprendido que mi devoción no era más que una fuente de sufrimiento. Quizás por eso lo adoraba más, por esa estupidez eterna de perseguir a los que nos hacen daño -C. R. Z.

Had I paused to reflect, I would have understood that my devotion to Clara brought me no more than suffering. Perhaps for that very reason, I adored her all the more, because of the eternal human stupidity of pursing those who hurt us the most.

Those who aren't able to fall in love suffer all the more.

Don't say another word. If you think you're the only person for whom life is painful, you're wrong. And if you don't mind letting yourself die like a dog, at least have the decency to remember that there are those of us who do care- although, to tell the truth, I don't see why.

The truth is what hurts.

What's wrong with him? I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

I could tell you it's his heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

In this dog-eat-dog world, he thought, when you get old and even common sense hurts, a crumb of kindness or pity is a dish fit for the gods.

him. Never trust anyone, Daniel, especially the people you admire. Those are the ones who will make you suffer the worst blows.

Le podría decir a usted que es el corazón, pero lo que lo mata es la soledad. Los recuerdos son peores que las balas.

cause me physical pain. I was burning inside. Nothing and nobody could ease the pain. I became a gray figure in the corridors. My shadow merged with the walls. Days fell off the calendar like dead leaves.