Quotes About Suffering

E tu pur volgi Dai miseri lo sguardo ; e tu, sdegnando Le sciagure e gli affani, alla reina Felicita servi, o natura. In cielo, In terra amico agl'infelici alcuno E rifugio non resta altro che il ferro. Mais toi aussi tu détournes Tes yeux des malheureux, ô nature, Méprisant les disgrâces, les peines, Tu ne sers que le bonheur, ce souverain. Dans le ciel, sur la terre, il n'est au malheureux D'autre ami, d'autre refuge, que le fer. (La vita solitaria, la vie solitaire)

Por lo demás, me siento tan poco dispuesto a avergonzarme de mi pasión que, desde el instante en que la abracé no he dejado de felicitarme y me alegra sentir uno de esos afectos sin los cuales ignoramos la grandeza, saber que soy capaz de sufrimientos distintos a los del cuerpo y haber descubierto la ternura y la sensibilidad desmesurada de mi corazón.

Amaro e noia la vita, altro mai nulla; e fango è il mondo.

Quasi incredibil parmi Che la vita infelice e il mundo sciocco Gia per gran tempo assai Senza te sopportai ; Quasi intender non posso Come d'altri desiri, Fuor ch'a te somiglianti, altri sospiri. Parfois je ne puis croire Que cette vie misérable et ce monde sot, Sans toi, si longtemps, Je les aie supportés ; Et je comprends à peine Que vers d'autres désirs Sinon pareil à toi, d'autres soupirent. (Il pensiero dominante, la pensée dominante)

Death is not evil, for it frees man from all ills and takes away his desires, along with desire's rewards.

Glorious ancestors, is there still hope for us? Are we not completely dead? Can you see the future? I'm exhausted, nothing shields me from suffering, the way ahead is dark, and all I see makes hope phantasmagorical.

Art is a kind of illness.

They had read of the albatross in the book of the bombed-out palace.

Ci si affeziona anche al dolore, persino alla disperazione. Quando abbiamo sofferto moltissimo per una persona, il fatto che il dolore stia passando ci sgomenta. Crediamo significhi, una volta in più, che tutto, veramente tutto, finisce.

Chi non ha i nomi per la sofferenza la agisce, la esprime volgendola in violenza, con conseguenze spesso tragiche.

If Jesus were at the pulpit, he would be saying, "I know that you suffer. I lived on this earth, too, and I know for a fact that it's hard and painful sometimes.

He looked as if someone had machine gunned his soul.

Stand as far away from me as you can And ask me why Hang on to your rosary beads Close your eyes to watch me die You keep saying kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it God, but did you ever try To turn your sick soul inside out So that the world So that the world Can watch you die

We "need" cancer because, by the very fact of its incurability, it makes all other diseases, however virulent, not cancer.

The implication of her turn of phrase, as Matthew knew, wasn't to be taken seriously. But, like all sufferers from unrequited love, he had ceased to be particular. The words had been said. For that he was grateful. For his nocturnal reveries, for the postmortem of each day that he conducted night after night, it was all that mattered.

Man is born in a day, and he dies in a day, and the thing is easily over but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one's lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning and life at that price is not worth living.

War is cruelty, and none can make it gentle.

and no illustration of the disastrous effects of reckless indulgence in intoxicating liquors appeals to an audience with such telling force as that of the once sober and well-conducted female yielding by degrees to the terrible temptation until she at length sinks to the condition of a gin-soddened poor wretch, lost to every glimmer of self-respect, and capable even of starving herself and her children rather than forego her only remaining enjoyment in life ... It

With people dying outside on the streets of Dushanbe, studying marriage rituals did sound exotic—if not irrelevant.

Baldwin says that suffering "may be the only equality we have," and that all pain is real and not easily quantified or measured.

Despite humanity's grisly history of war, famine, disease, corruption—despite the fact that not just death but pain and suffering and debilitation are fundamental parts of the human experience—our musicians, our filmmakers, our poets, and even our laws remain profoundly preoccupied with questions of love. Love is not a thing to be trifled with.

Essence simply enjoys and commits attention and love to whatever is. In fact, committing attention to anything that is present results in enjoyment. The ego enjoys so little because it commits attention to what isn't present and to what it doesn't have, and suffers over that, instead of committing attention to whatever is. It loves its fantasies, dreams, and desires more than it loves reality.

The antidote to the stress and suffering caused by the egoic mind is letting everything be as it is.

Emotional wounding creates the deepest distortions in one's personal illusory reality and therefore the greatest suffering.