Quotes About Suffering

What sort of gods make rats and plagues and dwarfs?

This was a pain that did not touch the body, a pain that did not race along the nerve paths, a pain that filled the mind so completely and so shatteringly that not even the smallest part of you was free to think or plan or meditate. The pain was you, and you were the pain. There was nothing to dissociate from, no cool sanctum of thought where you might retreat. (from The Glass Flower)

This is an evil dream, she thought. But if she were dreaming, why did it hurt so much? She tried to ask the shadows, but they did not answer. Perhaps they did not hear her. Perhaps they were not real.

He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he'll always be alone in smiling pain.

Death is not the worst thing," the kindly man replied. "It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life beside us. When our sins and our sufferings grow too great to be borne, the angel takes us by the hand to lead us to the nightlands, where the stars burn ever bright.

There's naught to eat in the dark but flesh.

The pain was so huge he felt small and weak and helpless inside it,

Gaunt men with sunken eyes squatted amidst sand and stones, shitting out their lives in stinking streams of brown and red.

The little shards of sleep that they allowed her turned into razors, slicing at her wits.

I think you go to some hell for that. One o'the bad ones.

Be strong, boy. The gods are cruel.

Algunas heridas no llegan a cerrarse jamás, y sangran de nuevo a la menor mención.

A man can bear most anything, if he must,

Pain is a gift from the gods, Lord Eddard,

Death is not the worst thing," the kindly man replied. "It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain.

When I commented that you seemed a poor sort of monster, your sister said, 'He killed my mother,' and twisted your little cock so hard I thought she was like to pull it off. You shrieked, but it was only when your brother Jaime said, 'Leave him be, you're hurting him,' that Cersei let go of you. 'It doesn't matter,' she told us. 'Everyone says he's like to die soon. He shouldn't even have lived this long.'

Ned closed his eyes and opened them; it made no difference. He slept and woke and slept again. He did not know which was more painful, the waking or the sleeping.

If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?

Often, even with a deep cut, the blood came before the pain.

God plays savage japes upon us all, but men are crueler still.

Deliberately, women are given a deplorable education…. While man frees himself from constraining civil and religious bonds, he is only too glad to have woman hold tightly to the Christian principle of suffering and keeping her silence.

The capacity for passion is both cruel and divine.

The capacity of passion is both cruel and divine

A day will come when everything in my life will be changed, when I shall do good to others, when some one will love me, when I shall give my whole heart to the man whi gives ne his; neanwhile, U will suffer in silence and keep my love as a reward for him who shall set me free.