Quotes About Suffering

The act of love greatly resembles torture or surgery.

Each day we're one step further into Hell, Content to move across the stinking pit.

Thanks be to God, Who gives us suffering as sacred remedy for all our sins, that best and purest essence which prepares the strong in spirit for divine delights!

Mes bras sont rompus pour avoir étreint des nuées.

Man—all mankind, that is to say—is so naturally depraved that he suffers less from universal degradation than from the establishment of a reasonable hierarchy.

Ô douleur! ô douleur! Le Temps mange la vie, Et l'obscur Ennemi qui nous range le coeur Du sang que nous perdons croît et se fortifie!

Ah! ¡no haber parido todo un nudo de víboras, Antes que amamantar esta irrisión! ¡Maldita sea la noche de placeres efímeros En que mi vientre concibió mi expiación!

Yo sé que el dolor es la nobleza única

My heart is a palace pillaged by the herd; They kill and take each other by the throat!

Ac? Åžeytan, ac? ÅŸu tükenmeyen yoksulluÄŸuma! Sensin ezilenlerin, sensin cüzzaml?lar?n bile Ä°çlerine dolduran Cennet tatlar?n? sevgiyle

Naisten pieksämisen välttämättömyydestä. Ihminen voi kurittaa niitä joita rakastaa. Kuten lapsiaan. Mutta samalla tuottaa itselleen sen kivun että joutuu halveksimaan rakkaitaan.

Si le viol, le poison, le poignard, l'incendie, N'ont pas encore brodé de leurs plaisants dessins Le canevas banal de nos piteux destins, C'est que notre âme, hélas ! n'est pas assez hardie.

Cette vie est un hôpital où chaque malade est possédé du désir de changer de lit.

La haine est une liqueur précieuse, un poison plus cher que celui des Borgia, car il est fait avec notre sang, notre santé, notre sommeil et les deux tiers de notre amour! Il faut en être avare!

Voin vakuuttaa teille, ettei minua vaivaa mikään erityisesti. Olen jatkuvasti pahantuulinen (sekin on sairaus), koska kärsin typeryydestä ympärilläni ja olen tyytymätön itseeni.

AÅŸk iÅŸsiz güçsüzlerin doÄŸal uÄŸra??d?r.

Qui donc devant l'amour ose parler d'enfer?

We don't even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.

she was consumed by 3 simple things: drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more: youth and beauty

each man's hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.

I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting in front of a man behind a desk and telling him that I wanted a job, that I was qualified for a job, was too much for me. Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.

Learn, he says, that there will be hours, days and months ahead of feeling absolutely terrible and nothing can change that; neither new girlfriends, health professionals, changes of diet, dope, humility, or God.

I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple sound of water running in tubs and wished to drown