Quotes About Suffering

Somewhere a bicycle bell rings. Somewhere else there's a war on. Somewhere else people turn to shadows and powder in an instant and the streets turn to funnels and light the sky with their burning. Somewhere a war is over.

Lord you gave your only son to remedy a condition, but who knows but what the death of my only son might bring an end to lynching.

They beat hell out of you for any reason or no reason. It's the greatest pleasure of their lives.

Seulement, en supprimant l'assassin de son fils, on ne supprimait pas le meurtre. On le prolongeait.

The dead by the road, or on it, testify to the presence of man. Their little gestures of pain—paws, wings and tails—are the saddest, the loneliest, most forlorn postures of the dead I can imagine. When we have stopped killing animals as though they were so much refuse, we will stop killing one another. But the highways show our indifference to death, so long as it is someone else's. It is an attitude of the human mind I do not grasp. ? Timothy Findley

You happened to me, she told him, her voice more fatigued than embittered. You came out of a grubby sixth-rate farm on a tenth-rate planet, and destroyed my life. - Mara Jade

No world exists without sacrifice. Do we not realize that we call this hell where ash floats upon a sea of blood, the world

Light a fire to the fang that cannot be reached So that I do not have to see that star So that I do not slit this throat

Do you know why Hollows have holes in their chests?" "What're you talking about?" "They lose their center, their heart, from the pain of not being saved by a soul reaper, and a hole appears. That is certainly true. But where does that heart go? Their lost heart…becomes a mask. Not just the mask. A Hollow's unique appearance…their unique individual abilities…are all made from the heart ripped away from them.

Happiness is endless hapiness, innocent of its own sure passing. Pain is endless pain.

Because they were alone. In fact everyone was alone all the time, but when you got sick you knew it, and that was a lot of what suffering was-knowing.

Gaisma ir p?r?k s?p?ga t?dam, kas v?las palikt tums?.

When two elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers.

Joyful chaos, working in tune with the seasons, telling the time by the sun, variety, change, self-direction; all this was replaced with a brutal, standardized work culture, the effects of which we are still suffering from today.

Education itself is a putting off, a postponement; we are told to work hard to get good results. Why? So we can get a good job. What is a good job? One that pays well. Oh. And that's it? All this suffering, merely so that we can earn a lot of money, which, even if we manage it, will not solve our problems anyway? It's a tragically limited idea of what life is all about.

It's like the human race has been programmed for misery.

Today was the dance contest, the one where Squidward takes over Spongebob's body...During the competition, Squidward gets a cramp and Spongebob's body ends up writhing on the floor in agony. The audience thinks this is pretty cool and gives him First Prize. Quite a metaphor. The person in the most pain wins. Does that mean I get a Blue Ribbon?

a regimen of hardship and humiliation that at least offered you the dignity of feeling like your existence bore some sort of relationship to reality, that you were no longer engaged in a game of make-believe that would consume the rest of your

I'm going to heaven! I replied. -What do you mean, you're going to heaven? -Let me pass. -And what will you do in heaven, my poor child? -I'm going there to kill God, who killed Daddy.

Indeed, who has a greater right to public respect than the man of color fighting for freedom after having experienced all the horrors of slavery? To equal the most celebrated warriors he need only keep in mind all the evils he has suffered.

Cries for help are frequently inaudible.

To concentrate on heaven is to create hell.

They warn us when we're kids that we're going to have to suffer, but they neglect to mention the indignity. What self-respecting fetus, if shown its future as a proctology patient, boot-camp recruit, or game show contestant, would still elect to be born?

religion is a paramount contributor to human misery. It is not merely the opium of the masses, it is the cyanide.