Quotes About Suffering

They say, "Listen to your body," but I have found that pain doesn't speak in complete sentences; its grasp of grammar is weak. Its pronunciation is unclear.

Poles died in World War II; proportionately lower than the death rate in parts of Ukraine or among Jews, but a terrible figure notwithstanding. Yet there was a difference. For Poles, it was difficult to survive under German occupation, but in principle you could. For Jews it was possible to survive under German occupation—but in principle you could not.

the country's inter-war anti-Semitism). But if east Europeans paid less attention in retrospect to the plight of the Jews, it was not just because they were indifferent at the time or preoccupied with their own survival. It is because the Communists imposed enough suffering and injustice of their own to forge a whole new layer of resentments and memories.

Marxismus je sekulární náboženství – to je evidentní. Ale které náboženství vlastnÄ› následuje, není vždycky zÃ…â"¢ejmé. Zahrnuje v sobÄ› velkou ?ást tradi?ní kÃ…â"¢esÃ…Â¥anské eschatologie: pád ?lovÄ›ka, MesiáÅ¡e, jeho utrpení, zástupné vykoupení lidstva, spásu, zmrtvýchvstání a tak dál.

World history is not the soil in which happiness grows. Periods of happiness are empty pages in it'. Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

In Hungary, during the years 1948–53, about one million people (of a total population of less than ten million) are estimated to have suffered arrest, prosecution, imprisonment or deportation. One Hungarian family in three was directly affected.

If only they were in a different time, a different place. Far away from war, from hate. She would not be in torment, and he would not be a bystander to her pain.

Colpo ch'ad un sol noccia unqua non scende, Ma indiviso è il dolor d'ogni ferita. E spesso è l'un ferito, e l'altro langue: E versa l'alma quel, se questa il sangue.

While Molly and Joseph Anning suffered materially that winter, with many days of weak soup and weaker fires, Mary barely noticed how little she was eating or the chilblains on her hands and feet. She was suffering inside.

Era un pensiero doloroso ma la verità lo è sovente.

If at times my words seem angry, you must forgive me. In my mind, there is great anger. No one who has seen the suffering of our children and the tears of our grandmothers cannot be angry. But in my heart I struggle to forgive, because the land is my teacher, and the land says to forgive.

No amount of security is worth the suffering of a life lived chained to a routine that has killed your dreams.       I

If you meet god, tell him to just leave me alone!

There's no paradise for you to escape to."-Guts,Lost Children Arc

then the suffering and fear of the living trying to escape that death. the deceit-filled system established to conceal that chaos. the people caught between the order of the crooked system and death. the bizarre festivals where with their own hands they gave shape to the shapeless fear they wished to escape.

There's no paradise for you to escape to.

Humans desired reasons; reasons for pain, reasons for sadness, reasons for life, reasons for death. Why were their lives filled with suffering? Why were their deaths absurd? They wanted reasons for the destiny that kept transcending their knowledge and that was GOD.

My eyes were stinging, my body shaking, and my heart seemed to be just aching deep in my chest. (...) I should have let myself smash down the rocks. It would have hurt a whole lot less

When someone tells you the story of their suffering, they are probably still suffering in some way. No one else gets to decide what that suffering means, or if it has any meaning at all. And we sure as hell don't get to tell someone that God never gives anybody more than they can handle or that God has a plan. We do not get to cut off someone's suffering at the pass by telling them it has some greater purpose.

If you think it'd not work to stay steady, to remain present, to not pull back in the face of terrible suffering, then you have never been in the face of terrible suffering. It's something I've failed at. I try not to flinch, I try not to be overwhelmed, I try not to run away. But I have.

When grief develops and grows, the suffering at the heart of it changes, too. It becomes less acute, less raw and fiery. I'm not sure it diminishes, but it somehow becomes diffused across the memories that surround the loss at the heart of it. It seems less concentrated, and therefore more bearable.

Money can't buy happiness but it can vastly improve the quality of your misery.

Lie still,' she urged. 'You are hurt. Someone shot you, and damn near shot me, too. Who was it?' The head shook, the lips moved. He was clad in a workman's collarless blue shirt, and what had been a respectable grey serge suit before he had taken to dying in it.

Staring in the darkness, trying to sleep. My body was aching with tiredness. My limbs were numb. My sightless eyes were crazed with light/ I was dying of oblivion, but it wouldn't come. I didn't think I've ever sleep again.