Quotes About Suffering

You can't imagine what it's like when every moment you're conscious you're in the most frightful pain.

I would like to send you to hell. My dear, I live in hell, and have done so since I was a small child. Since I regained my mind I have thought, and dreamt too, of nothing but of killing you. You can do it any time, if you don't mind going to prison.

You talk of freedom — I've never had it! I've been lonely and miserable and in despair, and you want me to consent to all that all over again!

But there are times of suffering which remain in our lives like black absolutes and are not blotted out. Fortunate are those for whom these black stars shed some sort of light.

Suffering is no scandal. It is natural. Nature appoints it. All creation suffers. It suffers from having been created, if from nothing else. It suffers from being divided from God.' 'Yours is a melancholy sort of religion, Dennis. I'm afraid I don't believe in God.' 'Ah, you do. But you do not know His name. And I who know His name am only the better of you by one little word. Here is the salmon pool.

Happy love undoes the self and makes the world visible. Unhappy love is, or can be, a revelation of pure suffering.

Perhaps in the end the suffering is all, it's all contained in the suffering. The final atoms of it all are simply pain.

She had never been filled with her love like a calm brimming vessel. She had rather suffered it, as a tree might suffer a cold wind, and the image of a coldness was somehow mingled with her memories of marital love.

I feel I'm living on pain, riding on it, like a sea.

Desperate for help, living his life now as a hideous dream, he had told nobody.

He lay on his back listening to his mother's quiet snoring and thinking how increasingly awful his life was becoming. It was as if he were being squeezed out of the world.

And all the time my very soul would travel with her, invisible and crying soundlessly with pain. I had acquired a dimension of suffering which would poison and devour my whole being, as far as I could see, forever.

Happiness. What's that? I don't know. How can one be happy when one loves a demon?

If only it were over, done, without the awful doing of it.

And suffering we know breeds images, it breeds the most beautiful images of all.

She could not bear the tenderness which a dog would evoke, she did not want the pain of another love. She knew how very much, how desperately, she would love her dog; and dogs are vulnerable and short-lived and die.

I am really in love and it's a terrible experience.

And now in her deep heart an even sharper pain was stirring, a pain which would stay with her always.

Perhaps he has realised now that he's trapped here and has to suffer with us and become mortal and die.

You're such an agonizer, Bradley. You romanticize art. You're a masochist about it, you want to suffer, you want to feel that your inability to create is continuously significant.

What emotion had so invaded me? Fear? It is sometimes curiously difficult to name the emotion from which one suffers. The naming of it is sometimes unimportant, sometimes crucial.

Getting through time was rather the problem. The cry of 'Help me!' — but there was no one there.

Yes, I am free, she said to herself, but it's not like ordinary freedom, it's being in hell, a brilliant lucid hell.

Suffering is no scandal. It is natural. Nature appoints it. All creation suffers. It suffers from having been created, if from nothing else. It suffers from being divided from God.