Quotes About Suffering

You should read something else. Why would he have done that to him? I don't know, she said. Do you ever feel like Job? She smiled, a little twinkle in her eyes. Sometimes. But you haven't lost your faith? No, I knew she hadn't, but I think I was losing mine. Is it because you think you might get better? No, she said,its because its the only thing I have left.

She was in a terrible marriage and she couldn't talk to anyone. He used to hit her, and in the beginning she told him that if it ever happened again, she would leave him. He swore that it wouldn't and she believed him. But it only got worse after that, like when his dinner was cold, or when she mentioned that she'd visited with one of the neighbors who was walking by with his dog. She just chatted with him, but that night, her husband threw her into a mirror.

Todo tuvo perfecto sentido, y al mismo tiempo, nada parecía tener sentido en absoluto. Jamie Sullivan tenía leucemia... Jaime, la dulce Jamie, se estaba muriendo... Mi Jamie...

The way he spoke about Catherine made Theresa hurt for him more than she would have imagined. It wasn't just his voice, but the look on his face before he described her - as if torn between the beauty of his memories and the pain of remembering.

Al final, la gente que sufre tiene que 'querer' seguir adelante, que el primer paso, esa chispa de motivación, tiene que salir de ellos. Y cuando lo hace, abre la puerta a lo inesperado

For with knowledge comes pain. To limit the pain I limit my answers.

He lived a wounded life

My father's grandfather was in Heart Mountain.

Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty.

My journey has mainly been driven by empathy towards people who I thought were suffering.

Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.

I had seen people who had lost everything and everyone they loved to war, famine, and natural disasters.

Capitalism would, in the end, Marx said, turn on the so-called free market, along with the values and traditions it claims to defend. It would in its final stages pillage the systems and structures that made capitalism possible. It would resort, as it causes widespread suffering, to harsher forms of repression to maintain social control. It would attempt, in a frantic last stand, to extract profit by looting and pillaging state institutions, contradicting its stated nature.

When life is not worth living, everything becomes a pretext for ridding ourselves of it. . . . There is a collective mood, as there is an individual mood, that inclines nations to sadness. . . . For individuals are too closely involved in the life of society for it to be sick without their being affected. Its suffering inevitably becomes theirs. ÉMILE DURKHEIM, On Suicide1

They said God always had a plan. Rhonda couldn't see what this plan was other than a punishment.

We wouldn't have much need of a war if people stopped using drugs. It's like taking up a fight against the use of headache remedies; it will never work until the condition causing people's headache pain is healed.

We know that you don't want to be a drunk and you don't want to be hooked on addictive drugs. You do it because you can't cope with your life without some sort of support, even if that support is damaging.

I just wanted them to die, said Poison. They didn't have to make such a drama about it.

Now writing is just working your way toward the border that the innermost secret draws around itself, and to cross that line would mean self-destruction. But writing is also an attempt to respect the borderline only for the truly innermost secret, and bit by bit to free the taboos around that core, difficult to admit as they are, from their prison of unspeakability. Not self-destruction but self-redemption. Not being afraid of unavoidable suffering.

Some orc clans are cruel. They enjoy tormenting and torturing their prey… and their enemies. A Frostwolf takes no joy in suffering. Not even in the suffering of our enemies, and certainly not in that of a simple beast which provides us with nourishment.

Grieved are we all, to see so many suffer," he said. "Courage, the youngling had, at the end. Forgotten, she and her people will not be.

It took seven hours for Azen to die.

bloodied, broken corpse

For the first time, Jacqueline heard Charisma sound less like an enthusiastic girl and more like a woman whose hard won maturity had cost her dearly