Quotes About Suffering

I wasn't even that lovable to begin with. I was a selfish ass, but somehow something I did made this man love me, deeply and without reservations. He knew things about me that I would die to keep secret. I trusted him more than I trusted anyone in my life. I mattered to him. He was suffering and I wanted it to stop. I wanted to see him happy. I loved him so much.

All gods feed on suffering. Without it, there are no prayers or offerings. Mankind is selfish. They give only when they have to. If this world was idyllic and life was just, what need would there be for gods?

Teddy bear looked like he was suffering from murder withdrawal.

Congratulations, love. You traded up. Does he treat you well?' 'He's a teddy bear,' I said. Teddy Bear looked like he was suffering from murder withdrawal.

And just to be crystal clear," Elara said. "This marriage is in name only." "Sweetheart, you couldn't pay me enough." Pink touched her tan cheeks. "If you betray us, I'll make you suffer." "We haven't even married yet, and I'm suffering already." "We have that in common," she snapped.

Every cell in her ached, as if her whole body had been through such a long and grueling punishment that it simply gave up and now wallowed in self-pity and pain.

The ma'avir gave me a condescending smile. "All gods feed on suffering. Without it, there are no prayers or offerings. Mankind is selfish. They give only when they have to. If this world was idyllic and life was just, what need would there be for gods?

Karina shut her eyes. She could picture herself wrapped in those powerful arms. It would feel safe, so safe. Her life was broken like a mirror and the shards kept cutting her fingers.

Put it away. I could do it. I was strong enough. I had Voron to thank for it. I pulled the magic back. All the anger, all the pain, I collapsed it on itself and stuffed it away. It hurt. I took my hand out of Evdokia's fingers and picked up my teacup. Lukewarm tea touched my lips. "It's cold. I think I need a refill." Evdokia looked at me for a long moment. That's right. Barely human, you got it. I had a chance when I was five. Now it was too late.

Some people awoke to escape their nightmares. I awoke into one.

If we were to suppose that mankind never can or will be in a better condition, it seems impossible to justify by any kind of theodicy the mere fact that such a race of corrupt beings could have been created on earth at all.

In her insightful Of Woman Born (1976), Adrienne Rich said it very eloquently: "My children cause me the most exquisite suffering of which I have any experience. It is the suffering of ambivalence: the murderous alternation between bitter resentment and raw-edged nerves, and blissful gratification and tenderness.

the feeling of distress is the root of benevolence, therefore a benevolent man is ever mindful of those who are suffering and in distress.

Un soldato nemico non era mai solo - un essere umano di fronte a un altro - ma portava con sé una folla innumerevole di fantasmi, i fantasmi degli assenti e dei morti. Non ci si rivolgeva a un uomo ma a una moltitudine invisibile; così nessuna delle parole pronunciate era detta semplicemente e come tale ascoltata; si aveva sempre la strana sensazione che a parlare fosse soltanto una bocca, che parlava per tante altre, mute.

Every so often something came to life inside her, rebelled, demanded noise, movement, people. Life, my God, life! How long would this war go on? How many years would they have to live like this, in this dismal lethargy, bowed, docile, crushed like cattle in a storm?

Come sempre all'indomani di ogni catastrofe, ci sarebbero stati nuovi ricchi, uomini pronti a comprare il piacere pagandolo a caro prezzo, perché il loro era denaro facile, ottenuto senza fatica, e l'amore sarebbe stato sempre lo stesso.

Ma perché a noi tocca sempre soffrire? Alla gente come noi, alla gente comune, ai piccoli borghesi? Quando arriva una guerra, o il franco è in ribasso, o ci sono disoccupazione, crisi e rivoluzioni, gli altri se la cavano sempre. E siamo noi a pagare! Perché? Che cosa abbiamo fatto? Paghiamo per gli errori di tutti. Certo, di noi nessuno ha paura!

She was approaching the hardest moment to be faced when separated from the one you love, the moment when you finally get used to your pain, and then, you are only half alive, because that pain meant you were still fully alive. It was a bleeding, gasping kind of life.

Un universo di pensieri attraversò in un secondo la mente di Lucile: 'Forse è lui?' si disse, 'che ha fatto prigioniero Gaston, Mio Dio, quanti francesi avrà ucciso? Quante lacrime saranno state versate a causa sua? é anche vero che se la guerra fosse andata diversamente oggi sarebbe Gaston a entrare da padrone in una casa tedesca. è la guerra, non è colpa di questo ragazzo.

SimÈ›ea mil? de tovar??ii lui de suferin??, dar o mil? lucid? È™i rece. La urma urmelor, aceste mari migraÈ›ii umane p?reau dictate de legi ale naturii, îÈ™i zicea el. Deplas?ri periodice de mase considerabile erau probabil necesare popoarelor, cum e transhumanÈ›a pentru oi. În mod straniu, ideea îl înt?rea.

A un certo grado di tragico orrore, lo spirito umano, saturo, reagisce con l'indifferenza e l'egoismo

In the darkness the danger seemed to grow. You could smell the suffering in the air, in the silence. Even people who were normally calm and controlled were overwhelmed by anxiety and fear. Everyone looked at their house and thought, "Tomorrow it will be in ruins, tomorrow I'll have nothing left. We haven't hurt anyone. Why?

Up till now, I thought my wife was in some camp in France, in the custody of French soldiers. To learn she is in an uncivilised country, in conditions that are probably atrocious, without money or food and with people whose language she does not even know, is unbearable. It is now no longer a matter of getting her out of a camp sooner rather than later but of saving her life.

Nearby he saw a man, his head covered in blood, stumble like a drunkard into a thicket; he sat there between the branches in a bizarre and uncomfortable position, his knees folded under him, his chin resting on his chest. He heard an officer shouting angrily, "No doctors, no nurses, no ambulances! What are we supposed to do?