Quotes About Suffering

Ah take some more crass humiliation for what seems like an eternity.

For a sadist, it must huv aw the interest ay sticking pins intae a plastic doll.

Just lay it doon ... Renton whispers, looking at the zombie faces of his friends, trying to fight off the notion that besets him; we're not human any more. We've slipped out of our skins like lizards, shedding not just our pasts, but our futures. We're shadows.

A man who has not suffered has nothing to tell with his paintings.

These workers, said Mendes with a gentle sweep of his arm, have a hard life of it. When illness comes they have no money for a doctor. The food for tomorrow comes from today's labour, and hard labour it is, too. Their houses, as you see, are small and poor; they are never more than a stone's throw away from privation and want. They've made a bad bargain with life; they need the thought of God to comfort them.

Misery is the only thing in the world that has no end or edge.

Nimeni nu poate sc?pa de suferin??, cel mai bun lucru pe care îl putem face e s? nu suferim orbeÈ™te.

Only suffering grows big artists.

Savoir souffrir sans se plaindre, ça c'est la seule chose partique, c'est la grande science, la leçon à apprendre, la solution du problème de la vie.

Dintotdeauna cititul însemnase pentru el bucuria cea mai mare È™i mai statornic?, È™i cu atât mai mult îl pasiona acum, când în povestea triumfului sau a înfrângerilor, a suferinÈ›elor sau a bucuriilor altora g?sea o evadare din umbra st?ruitoare a propriei sale nereuÈ™ite... în fiecare carte pe care o citea încerca s? descopere È›elul care ar putea da vieÈ›ii lui un nou sens.

Even in your kindness there is a cruel revelation. Life is cruel, never love.

Because it will make a real artist of you. The more you suffer, the more grateful you ought to be. An empty stomach is better than a full one, Van Gogh, and a broken heart is better than happiness. Never forget that!

Psychohistory, which can predict the fall, can make statements concerning the succeeding dark ages. The Empire, gentlemen, as has just been said, has stood twelve thousand years. The dark ages to come will endure not twelve, but thirty thousand years. A Second Empire will rise, but between it and our civilization will be one thousand generations of suffering humanity. We must fight that.

Do you regret my sufferings? Do you regret my unhappiness? I have no sorrow for what I did in my necessity. Let the Galaxy protect itself as best it can, since it stirred not a whit for my protection when I needed it.

Do you regret my sufferings? Do you regret my unhappiness? I have no sorrow for what I did in my necessity. Let the Galaxy protect itself as best it can, since it stirred not a whit for my protection when I needed it." "Your emotions are, of course," said the First Speaker, "only the children of your background and are not to be condemned—merely changed.

all people are Nazis; for the animals it is an eternal Treblinka

At moments when Herman fantasized about a new metaphysics, or even a new religion, he based everything on the attraction of the sexes. In the beginning was lust. The godly, as well as the human, principle is desire. Gravity, light, magnetism, thought may be aspects of the same universal longing. Suffering, emptiness, darkness are nothing more than interruptions of a cosmic orgasm that grows forever in intensity...

There is no such thing as love. Give me a cigarette. In the camp, people climbed on one another like worms.

There are moments of faith, interspersed with times when the smoke & flames of burning children blot out our faith... although it flickers again. The difference between the skeptic & the believer is the frequency of faith and not the certitude of one's position.

After a while Zeinvel said, "I haven't forgotten her. If there is a Gehenna, I want to lie next to her on one bed of nails.

I had already discovered that there was no limit to how much suffering I can bear.

However, the courage to take a rope and hang one's self, or jump out of a window, I do not have. Only those who are not accustomed to pain can do that.

Comparada con aquella luminosidad, hasta la muerte parecía una simple pesadilla. Ni el cielo ni el río ni las dunas estaban muertos. Todo vivía, la tierra, el sol y cada piedra. El verdadero enigma no era la muerte, sino el sufrimiento.

What use is my life to me? I envy the dead. All day I envy them. I can't even earn my death.