Quotes About Suffering

To have birthed and bred her, beaten and raped her all for selling her to other scum. What god made such creatures as that and set them to prey on innocents?

But it happened to us. At first you ask why—why did this happen to us? Then you realize, and try to accept, there is no why." Lori leaned her head to Ira's shoulder. "An evil person does evil things. There is no why.

The dead aren't the only victims.

There are some who believe that without a level of quality, life is only pain.

as with any ugly time the innocents suffered and paid more than those who incited the ugliness.

Death was a mean bastard.

That's unbelievably cruel." "Nothing cruel's unbelievable.

It's rare in war for either side to consider the innocent." Why

war fucks everybody without discretion …

Do you hope you can expiate the crimes of the past by suffering in the present?

Anyway, said Robert, they got a big fright. After that they started dropping pellets in the water and digging latrines and spraying for flies and bringing buckets of soap. But do you think they do it because they love us? Not a hope. They prefer it that we live because we look too terrible when we get sick and die. If we grew thin and turned into paper and then into ash and floated away, they wouldn't give a stuff for us. They just don't want to get upset. They want to go to sleep feeling good.

When did a sheep last die of old age? Sheep do not own themselves, do not own their lives. They exist to be used, every last ounce of them, their flesh to be eaten, their bones to be crushed and fed to poultry. Nothing escapes, except perhaps the gall bladder, which no one will eat. Descartes should have thought of that. The soul, suspended in the dark, bitter gall, hiding.

Kafka saw both himself and Red Peter as hybrids, as monstrous thinking devices mounted inexplicably on suffering animal bodies.

No one beats me, no one starves me, no one spits on me. How can I regard myself as a victim of prosecution when my sufferings are so petty? Yet they are all the more degrading for their pettiness.

El dolor es la verdad, todo lo demás está sujeto a duda.

Vergnügen ist Mangelware, aber an Schmerz ist heute überall ranzukommen.

I am now no more than a pile of blood, bone and meat that is unhappy.

In my own terms, I am being punished for what happened... I am sunk into a state of disgrace from which it will not be easy to lift myself. It is not a punishment I have refused. I do not murmur against it. On the contrary, I am living it out from day to day, trying to accept disgrace as my state of being. Is it enough for God, do you think, that I live in disgrace without term?

You have never asked for anything, yet you have become an albatross around my neck. Your bony arms are knotted behind my head, I walk bowed under the weight of you.

On the contrary, I am living it out from day to day, trying to accept disgrace as my state of being. Is it enough for God, do you think, that I live in disgrace without term?

The stories they tell will be different from the stories I heard in the camp, because the camp was for those left behind, the women and children, the old men, the blind, the crippled, the idiots, people who have nothing to tell but stories of how they have endured. Whereas these young men have had adventures, victories and defeats and escapes. They will have stories to tell long after the war is over, stories for a lifetime, stories for their grandchildren to listen to open-mouthed.

Non è stupro, non proprio, ma un atto indesiderato, profondamente indesiderato. Come se Melanie avesse deciso di lasciarsi andare, di morire dentro di sé per la durata del coito, come un coniglio quando le mascelle della volpe si chiudono sul suo collo. In modo che tutto ciò che le viene fatto avvenga, in un certo senso, lontano da lei.

I was all a mistake! There was a black fish swimming among all those white fish and that black fish was chosen to be me. I was a sister to none of them, I was ill chance itself, I was a shark, an infant black shark. Why did you not recognize it and cut its throat? What kind of merciful father were you who never cared for me but sent me out into the world a monster? Crush me, devour me, annihilate me before it is too late! Wipe me clean...

We can tell this story without the help of the Devil, if it makes you more comfortable. Consider the story of the Greek Titan Prometheus. Prometheus stole fire from the Gods and gave it to mankind. As a punishment, Zeus chained him to a rock and he had his liver eaten out by a giant eagle. Then the liver grew back, and the eagle feasted again. In this way Prometheus was tortured for eternity. All of which illustrates a profound truth, which is that Gods are bastards.