Quotes About Suffering

neither poems nor prose just a length of rope just the wet earth -- that's the way home. neither vodka nor bread just bursts of rage just more new graves -- that's youth and that's love. neither sleep nor waking neither joy nor laughter just tears in the night -- so the rope, paper, knife.

Between two throw-ins in a soccer game, right behind my back, three thousand people had been put to death.

I think that for those who have suffered unjustly, justice alone is not enough. They want the guilty to suffer unjustly too. Only this will they understand as justice.

We were never taught how to give up hope, and this is why today we perish in gas chambers.

We are only bits of protein in a cruel universe of silica and fire.

Oto nadchodzi koniec ?wiata. Oto nadci?ga, zbli?a si? czy raczej przype?za mój w?asny koniec ?wiata. Koniec mego osobistego ?wiata. Ale zanim mój wszech?wiat rozpadnie si? w gruzy, rozsypie na atomy, eksploduje w pró?ni?, czeka mnie jeszcze ostatni kilometr mojej Golgoty, ostatnie okr??enie w tym maratonie, ostatnie kilka szczebli w dó? albo w gór? po drabinie bezsensu.

But in all that suffering, the most painful suffering of all was the consciousness that it was banal, had all been discovered a long time ago, and was known to all the generations past, all just a repeated series, stamped out by our genes, That the universe was filled to its edges groans as alike as two notes, that those particular groans formed one great groan similar to the shrill parliament of the sparrows and that groan became an interstellar roar, the inaudible groan of the aging cosmos.

A mo?e mnie utworzy?y, niczym ob?ok py?u kosmicznego, wasze marzenia, tortury, smutki, niedole.

Aren't you in pain, Mother?' she wanted to call out. 'Mother, I'm suffering too.

Emigration is no longer a solution it's a defeat. People are risking death, drowning every day, but they're knocking on doors that are not open.

Don't do that," he says. "Don't ask me questions you already know the answers to. Twice I've laid myself bare to you and all it's gotten me was a bullet wound and a broken heart. Don't torture me," he says, meeting my eyes again. "It's a cruel thing to do, even to someone like me.

Love is a heartless bastard

Every war invariably results in terrible tragedies, immense waste and sinful destruction. All wars, no matter how big or small, how nearby or far away, diminish OUR humanity to a barbaric level.

In November, Mrs. Sasaki became very ill. With each passing day, the radiation that had infected her body would make its gruesome symptoms more visible. Soon, it became apparent that Mr. Sasaki was also infected. Both parents took consolation in thinking that at least Sadako and Masahiro had been spared what was now commonly referred to as the Atomic Bomb Disease.

Nor was that all, for at the same time the great burden of making a living lay heavily once again on Okei's shoulders. She felt as if she had been born merely to go on bearing such a weight, forbidden from stretching her hands in any direction or turning aside for even a moment.

Almighty, I am tired," she rasped. "Tired of broken and stolen lives. Tired of questions I cannot answer. Tired of being what I am not and never wished to be. Tired of tidings that deliver much pain and little relief.

Though, methinks, my faith is more often a weed than a flower—that sometimes it might be better were it pulled and the seed sown on more fertile ground—what I do know of God is that He would not take your brother's life to punish you.

She'd once thought God would never intentionally hurt her. But looking back over her life, she'd had cause to rethink that. She was certain nothing touched her life that didn't first filter through the loving hands of her heavenly father. But she was also convinced that God sometimes wounded, in order to bind up. And that He shattered, so that His hands could heal. This was part of His inheritance she'd overlooked before, but never would again.

life isn't always just. But God, who sees everything, is. And He will bring good from it.

I ain't one to question the Lord's goodness, but sometimes it sure feels like he can give a body too much to bear, don't it?

The zombie is the angle. You want people to get to the rest of what you just said? Embrace the zombie. We live in a society of self-absorbed, unaware drones desensitized to the suffering of others.

Esa vez en Hiroshima vi diversos monstruos en el cauce seco del río. Seres humanos a punto de morir, casi imposibles de distinguir si eran hombres o mujeres, con la cara hinchada y arrugada y, por ello, con apenas una raya por ojos; los labios, inflamados a más no poder, y mostrando sus penosas extremidades.

Once the fear took hold, I was fucked. I'd never known anything like it could exist: all-consuming, ravenous, a whirling black vortex that sucked me under so completely and mercilessly that it truly felt like I was being devoured alive, bones splintered, marrow sucked.

It's massively unfair, love. I wish there was something I could say to make it better, but there isn't. Sometimes things are just really, really bad, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.