Quotes About Suffering

Here in the bathroom with me are razor blades. Here is iodine to drink. Here are sleeping pills to swallow. You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be. Every time you don't throw yourself down the stairs, that's a choice. Every time you don't crash your car, you reenlist.

Even after you're dead it hurts just as bad when your heart swells up, stretched bigger and bigger like an aneurysm of tears getting ready to boom.

How do you live knowing your every cell and drop of blood are part of the big evil?

Me, I'm a bloody tissue sample dried on a bare mattress in my room at the Paper Street Soap Company.

In Hell, it's our attachments to a fixed identity that torture us.

Torture is torture and humiliation is humiliation only when you choose to suffer

Protagonista: Por favor, doctor. Estoy sufriendo. —Doctor: ¿Quieres ver sufrimiento? Visita el pabellón de cáncer testicular. Eso es dolor.

For instance, if Jesus Christ had died in prison, with no one watching and with no one there to mourn or torture him, would we be saved?

Ve eÄŸer Ä°sa uyku haplar? yutup, bir banyonun zemininde tek ba??na ölseydi, cennete gider miydi?

I just want to die, says Mr. K, and have everything be happy and painless. Forever.

I held the face of mister angel like a baby or a football in the crook of my arm and bashed him with my knuckles, bashed him until his teeth broke through his lips. Bashed him with my elbow after that until he fell through my arms into a heap at my feet. Until the skin was pounded thin across his cheekbones and turned black. I wanted to breathe smoke.

Din acest motiv copiii copiilor copiilor copiilor nostri vor avea si ei razboaie si foamete si boli. Pentru ca ne iubim suferinta. Ne iubim dramele, dar nu recunoastem niciodata.

People fall so in love with their pain, they can't leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.

People fall so in love with their pain, they can't leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves. Some stories

In Hell, hope is a really, really bad habit, like smoking cigarettes or fingernail biting. Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. It's an addiction to break.

Romance… affection… these are what give our lives value. They justify all the suffering of life. My goal is to always reinvent heroic romances and present larger-than-life characters that will inspire readers to fall in love and expand their own lives.

Think about the animals used in product testing. Think about the monkeys shot into space. Without their death, their pain, without their sacrifice, we would have nothing.

La deidad superior ordena que todas las criaturas vivas sufran -consumidas por enfermedad o gritando con cobertura corporal de sangre-, y que luego llega un día en que todas tienen que morir. (…) Si un agente da patadas frecuentes a un perro… si golpea con bofetones de mano a la compañera reproductiva… si ese agente asesina con puñal a un compañero, eso imita la lección correcta de la deidad" (Comunicado 5º).

The author, John Steinbeck, had been a pussy, too afraid to make anything happen. He'd abandoned his characters to suffer. As had God.

Suicide Is the Ultimate Act of Consumption.

this will hurt less and less each time until you can't feel a thing. Trust me on this.

The thing about Valiums . . . is they don't kill the pain but at least you're not pissed off about being hurt.

Stabbing, Mitzi could write a book about. For example, why some killers kept stabbing for so long. Only the first thrust is intended to inflict pain. The subsequent twenty, thirty, forty stab wounds are to resolve the suffering.

The perfume, all those dead whales in the cuts in her hands, it stings.