Quotes About Suffering

It is the fate of the innocent to suffer.

Scientifically speaking, the flesh was melted off the world. His body was macerated until only the nerve fibers were left. It was spread like a veil upon a rock.

It was only by scorning all she met that she kept herself from tears, and the friction of people brushing past her was evidently painful.

En cierta manera, esto era su desastre, su desdicha. Era su castigo el ver hundirse y desaparecer aquí a un hombre, allá a una mujer, en esa profunda oscuridad, mientras ella estaba obligada a permanecer aquí con su vestido de noche.

You have no one who has any sort of consideration for you. You have had patience and endurance till I am sick of the virtues, and what have they done for you? Half-killed you.

I have torn off the whole of May and June,' said Susan, 'and twenty days of July. I have torn them off and screwed them up so that they no longer exist, save as a weight in my side. They have been crippled days, like moths with shrivelled wings unable to fly.

it struck her, this was tragedy-- not palls, dust, and the shroud; but children coerced, their spirits subdued.

He was drowned, he used to say, and lying on a cliff with gulls screaming over him. He would look over the edge of the sofa down into the sea. Or he was hearing music… But "Lovely!" he used to cry and the tears would run down his cheeks, which was to her the most dreadful thing of all, to see a man like Septimus, who had fought, who was brave, crying. And he would lie listening until suddenly he would cry that he was falling down, down into the flames!

She would die like some bird in a frost gripping her perch.

I am one who will force himself to desert these windy and moonlit territories, these midnight wanderings, and confront grained oak doors. I will achieve in my life - heaven grant that it be not long - some gigantic amalgamation between the two discrepancies so hideously apparent to me. Out of my suffering I will do it. I will knock. I will enter.

Who shall blame the leader of the doomed expedition, if, having adventured to the uttermost, and used his strength wholly to the last ounce and fallen asleep not much caring if he wakes or not, he now perceives by some pricking in his toes that he lives, and does not on the whole object to live, but requires sympathy, and whisky, and some one to tell the story of his suffering to at once? Who shall blame him?

To be loved by Susan would be to be impaled by a bird's sharp beak, to be nailed to a barnyard door. Yet there are moments when I could wish to be speared by a beak, to be nailed to a barnyard door, positively, once and for all.

Uno no puede traer hijos a un mundo como éste. Uno no puede perpetuar el sufrimiento, ni aumentar la raza de esos lujuriosos animales, que no tienen emociones duraderas, sino tan solo caprichos y vanidades que ahora les llevan a un lado, y luego hacía otro.

To be loved by Susan would be to be impaled by a bird's sharp beak, to be nailed to a barnyard door.

AÅŸa-numita persoan? deprimat? care încearc? s? se sinucid? nu face asta din disperare sau din vreo convingere abstract?. Åži nici pentru c? dintr-o dat? ideea de a muri îi devine atr?g?toare. Persoana a c?rei agonie invizibl? a atins un nivel insuportabil se va sinucide la fel cum o persoan? va alege s? sar? de la fereastra unei înc?peri cuprinse de fl?c?ri.

We suffered terribly as we became separate bodies.

The red setter who had been whining all night beside Flush on the floor was hauled off by a ruffian in a moleskin vest—to what fate? Was it better to be killed or to stay here? Which was worse—this life or that death?

As we are a doomed race, chained to a sinking ship, as the whole thing is a bad joke, let us, at any rate, do our part; mitigate the sufferings of our fellow-prisoners; decorate the dungeon with flowers and air-cushions; be as decent as we possibly can.

With equal complacence she saw his misery, condoned his meanness, and acquiesced in his torture.

As we are a doomed race, chained to a sinking ship (her favourite reading as a girl was Huxley and Tyndall, and they were fond of these nautical metaphors), as the whole thing is a bad joke, let us, at any rate, do our part; mitigate the sufferings of our fellow-prisoners (Huxley again); decorate the dungeon with flowers and air cushions; be as decent as we possibly can.

Do not, in your affluence and plenty,' you seem to say, 'pass me by.' 'Stop,' you say. 'Ask me what I suffer.' Let me then create you. (You have done as much for me.)

the Lord who had come to renew society, who lay like a coverlet, a snow blanket smitten only by the sun, for ever unwasted, suffering for ever, the scapegoat, the eternal sufferer...

Flush valóságos bölcs - írta nÅ'vérének Mrs. Browning; s talán a görögökre gondolt, akik úgy vélték, a boldogság a szenvedések útjának végén vár ránk. Ilyen az igazi filozófus: ruhája nincs ugyan, de nincs bolhája sem.

y se vio a sí misma saliendo hacia la fiesta, y al pensar en este aspecto de la naturaleza humana, con su paciencia y su capacidad de sufrimiento y de encontrar satisfacción en placeres tan nimios, exiguos y sórdidos, se le llenaron los ojos de lágrimas.