Quotes About Suffering

Hope springs anew from the soil of suffering.

The greatest obscenity is man's inhumanity to man.

John Barleycorn was blunting me.

Life was to him like strong, white light that hurts the tired eyes of a sick person.

On the other hand, the great helpless mass of the population, the people of the abyss, was sinking into a brutish apathy of content with misery.

The wonderful patience of the trail... comes to men who toil hard and suffer sore, and remain sweet of speech and kindly.

And, dying, he declined to die.

At first, this earth, a stage so gloomed with woe You all but sicken at the shifting scenes And yet be patient. Our playwright may show In some filth act what this wild drama means.

Why this longing for Life? It is a game which no man wins. To live is to toil hard, and to suffer sore, till Old Age creeps heavily upon us and we throw down our hands on the cold ashes of dead fires. It is hard to live.

It's colder than the hinges of hell a thousand years before the first fire was lighted.

All the stiffness and gloss had gone out of his beautiful furry coat. The hair hung down, limp and draggled, or matted with dried blood where Hal's club had bruised him. His muscles had wasted away to knotty strings, and the flesh pads had disappeared, so that each rib and every bone in his frame were outlined cleanly through the loose hide that was wrinkled in folds of emptiness. It was heartbreaking, only Buck's heart was unbreakable.

So he was harnessed in again, and proudly he pulled as of old, though more than once he cried involuntary from the bite of his inward hurt.

To him who hears for the first time this weird song, is told the first and greatest secret of the Northland; to him who has heard it often, it is the solemn knell of lost endeavor. It is the plaint of tortured souls, for in it is invested the heritage of the North, the suffering of countless generations—the warning and the requiem to the world's estrays.

Observe! I hold the magic tablet of truth! You are Monster; I am Man. Each is alone; each sees dawn and dusk; each feels pain and pain's ease. Why should one be victor and the other victim? We will never agree; never shall you know gain by the toil of man! Submit to the what-must-be! If you fail to heed, then you must taste a bitter brew and never again walk the sands of dark Sigil.

So far as I am concerned, war is neither a game nor an occasion for gallantry, but rather an unpleasant event to be settled with the least possible hurt for one's self

Hunzel gave a fleering laugh. "Remember only that the Aquabelle work-camp is stark, and that the food — what there is of it — is sour and bitter.

Some chains are forged for us - those are the hardest to bear.

Quando l'Amore mi ha scacciata, è stata la Crudeltà ad avere pietà di me.

but oh, by all the fallen stars, it hurt!

He would welcome the opportunity to offer his suffering up to God. Me, I could not help but think that there was more than enough suffering in the world without adding to the balance.

Thou art the shoals on which Caliban wilt dash his heart to pieces.

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart.

finding brightness in the shadow of sorrow and suffering, weaving the strands of loss and anguish into a fabric of togetherness.

It is my observation, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others. I like to think it might have been so.