Quotes About Suffering

Why wouldst thou rude on me they wring-world right foot rock?

I am gall, I am heartburn.

Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of manIn me or, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.

That night, that yearOf now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.

NOT, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.

No, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee

But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me Thy wring-earth right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan With darksome devouring eyes my bruised bones? and fan, O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee and flee? Why? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer and clear.

Ik voel me vandaag beroerd. Maar laat ons om ons heen zien. Sommige mensen worden reeds bij het begin van hun leven zwaar gestraft: zij worden als vrouw geboren.

Het graf gaapt, de tijd zoemt en nergens is redding.

Why? Why did we walk like meek sheep to the slaughter-house? Why did we not fight back? What had we to lose? Nothing but our lives. Why did we not run away and hide? We might have had a chance to survive. Why did we walk deliberately and obediently into their clutches? I know why. Because we had faith in humanity. Because we did not really think that human beings were capable of committing such crimes.

Who knows whether we are right in saying that the sufferings of the divine-human Jesus have the "infinite worth" demanded by the scheme? All such speculations are really quite beyond the limits of our knowing. They are at best conjecture, which for many people, as history shows too plainly, only calls the gospel into question.

A great war leaves the country with three armies — an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves.

Real vampires don't get pain, we give it." Florence da Vinci, Real Vampires Live Large

The priest was no different from the others now. He lay on the ground. His legs were crushed under a girder. He couldn't feel a thing. His pain went unfelt. In five minutes at mot he would burn to death. He thought: That's the reward for being keen.

Gerechtigkeit ist nur in der Hölle, im Himmel ist Gnade, und auf Erden ist das Kreuz.

Happy are those who know how to obtain pleasures without injury to anyone; insane are those who fancy that the Almighty can enjoy the sufferings, the pains, the fasts and abstinences which they offer to Him as a sacrifice,

Oh, cruel ennui! It must be by mistake that those who have invented the torments of hell have forgotten to ascribe thee the first place among them.

All is mystery except our pain.

Men are wretched by necessity, and determined to believe themselves wretched by accident.

Being asked for what purpose he thought men were bom, he laughingly replied: " To realise how much better it were not to be born.

As soon as the child is born, the mother who has just brought him into the world must console him, quiet his crying, and lighten the burden of the existence she has given him. And in truth it is only fitting that the good father and the good mother, in trying to console their children, correct as best they can, and ease, the damage they have done by procreating them. Good God! Why then is man born? And why does he procreate? To console those he has given birth to for having been born?

e il naufragar m'è dolce in questo mare.

È cosa notata che il gran dolore (come ogni grande passione) non ha linguaggio esterno.

Tu dubiti se ci sia lecito di morire senza necessità: io ti domando se ci è lecito di essere infelici. ( Dialogo di Plotino e di Porfirio )