Quotes About Suffering

Virtue often trips and falls on the sharp-edged rock of poverty.

When we do evil, We and our victims Are equally bewildered.

Why inflict pain on oneself, when so many others are ready to save us the trouble?

Simpson succeeded in proving that there was no harm in giving anaesthetics to men, because God put Adam into a deep sleep when He extracted his rib. But male ecclesiastics remained unconvinced as regards the sufferings of women, at any rate in childbirth.

He that has never suffered extreme adversity knows not the full extent of his own depravation.

Tennessee Williams said if he got rid of his demons, he would lose his angels.

Everything great in the world is done by neurotics; they alone founded our religions and created our masterpieces. Never will the world know how much it owes to them, nor what they have suffered in order to bestow their gifts on us. We enjoy fine music, beautiful pictures, a thousand exquisite things, but we do not know what they cost those who wrought them in sleeplessness, tears, spasmodic laughter, rashes, asthma, epilepsy, a terror of death which is worse than any of these.

Age 62¾. — At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans. I've no lack of them. I plan to live a little longer yet, to continue to suffer in honourable fashion, that is without complaint or rancour...

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering — this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutory day-time advice for everyone. But at three o'clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn't work — in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

It's because so much happens. Too much happens. That's it. Man performs, engenders, so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything. That's it. That's what is so terrible. That he can bear anything, anything.

I guess if you take away the pain in life it means having no beauty to hope for.

Pain is sometimes the cost of a meaningful existence. I can handle that.

Every time people come at us with the intention of killing us, I close my eyes and wait for death. Even though I am still alive, I feel like each time I accept death, part of me dies. Very soon I will completely die and all that will be left is my empty body walking with you. It will be quieter than I am.

It is true that from time to time Jews suffered from the fury of an exploited peasantry or their competitors. But from time to time the aristocracy suffered the same fate. Thousands of French aristocrats were slaughtered during peasant uprisings or at the Great Terror of 1793. Many Russian aristocrats were killed or expelled during the October Revolution of 1917. Many of them were innocent, for class warfare can be as cruel as any war.

Jews know hard days like the rest of us. Yes, Jews suffered — it's part of being human... Jews did not suffer more than any other comparable group of people. Jews as a rule belonged to the exploiting classes; that is why the Jewish Quarter is located next to the Royal palaces in Seville and Paris.

Tebe boli moja patnja i daljina, a mene tvoja neizvjesnost, dok sjediš kraj male svjetiljke; veže nas krv i bol i svaki me udarac boli dvostruko, jer pada i po tvom srcu.

Dan je.... samo bijela hartija, na kojoj se sve biljezi i ispisuje.... a racun se placa nocu.. na velikim, mracnim poljima nesanice. Ali tu se sve rijesava i brise... konacno i nepovratno.. Svaka preboljena patnja, nestaje tu kao rijeka ponornica ili sagori bez traga i spomena...

Sigurno je da mnogi ljudi cijelog svog zivota i ne slute kako nesrecnih ljudi ima na svijetu.

Mali ljudi, koje mi zovemo deca, imaju svoje velike bolove i duge patnje, koje posle kao odrasli i mudri ljudi zaboravljaju. Upravo, gube ih iz vida. A kad bismo mogli da se spustimo natrag u detinjstvo, kao u klupu osnovne škole iz koje smo davno izišli, mi bismo ih opet ugledali. Tamo dole, pod tim uglom, ti bolovi i te patnje žive i dalje i postoje kao svaka stvarnost.

Ja, covjek nestalna srca koji živim bez mira i radosti; gorak život o tudjem hljebu, nemirne prošlosti, pune lutanja, nesnalaženja i stradanja, nestalne, teške sadašnjosti i mra?ne budu?nosti,šiban strastima, potresen doga?ajima, i mu?en od ljudi, oboren i gažen na ulazu u život, podgrižen grijehom, i borbom proti grijehu-ja žudim svom dušom mir i molim no?as od Boga život vedar i tih da se ne kidam u sebi i ne lomim svijetom.

Šta vredi sva ta huka, kad evo do?e ovakvo vreme pa ?ovek propadne tako da ne može ni da izgine ni da živi, nego trune kao direk u zemlji i sva?iji je, samo nije svoj.

Dan je samo bela hartija na kojoj se sve beleži iispisuje, a ra?un se pla?a no?u, na velikim, mra?nim i vrelim poljima nesanice. Ali tu se i sve rešava ibriše, kona?no i nepovratno. Svaka preboljena patnja nestaje tu kao reka ponornica, ili sagori beztraga i spomena.

U ovom društvu podjednako patimo svi, i žene i muškarci, samo su uloge podeljene, i to otprilike ovako: Kad mi patimo zbog žena, to je gotovo redovno zbog toga što žene nisu onakve kakve bismo mi želeli da su. Kad žene pate zbog nas, to je uvek stoga što smo ovakvi kakvi jesmo. Ali, što je glavno, patimo svi i mu?imo se ?esto, dugo, svirepo i besmisleno.

Ono što bi se za njih naro?ito moglo kazati, to je: da nije bilo odavno pokolenja koje je više i smelije maštalo i govorilo o životu, uživanju i slobodi, a koje je manje imalo od života, gore stradalo, teže robovalo i više ginulo nego što ?e stradati, robovati i ginuti ovo.