Quotes About Suffering

It was bad, it was bad, it was infinitely bad!

How could any Lord have made this world? she asked. With her mind she had always seized the fact that there is no reason, order, justice: but suffering, death, the poor.

We were all indulging ourselves. Nettie wanted to seduce, Mama wanted to suffer, I wanted to read. None of us knew how to discipline herself to the successful pursuit of an ideal, normal woman's life. And indeed, none of us ever achieved it.

Years of secret suffering had taught me superhuman self-control.

I am surrounded by some sort of wretched specters, not by people. They torment me as can torment only senseless visions, bad dreams, dregs of delirium, the drivel of nightmares and everything that passes down here for real life.

Él me destrozó el corazón. Tú destrozaste mi vida.

I am here through an error—not in this prison, specifically—but in this whole terrible, striped world;

They say that suffering is a good school. Yes, true. But happiness is the best university.

She thought of the recurrent waves of pain that for some reason or other she and her husband had had to endure; of the invisible giants hurting her boy in some unimaginable fashion; of the incalculable amount of tenderness contained in the world; of the fate of this tenderness, which is either crushed or wasted, or transformed into madness; of neglected children humming to themselves in unswept corners; of beautiful weeds that cannot hide from the farmer.

This is, I believe, it: not the crude anguish of physical death but the incomparable pangs of the mysterious mental maneuver needed to pass from one state of being to another.

Then, after all the excitement, I shall experience a certain satiation of suffering--perhaps on the mountain pass to a kind of happiness which it is too early for me to know (I know only that when I reach it, it will be with pen in hand).

Great sleepless artists who had to die for a few hours in order to live for centuries.

For the human brain can become the best torture house of all those it has invented.

the awfulness of love and violets

On Saturday, they will have an evening of…aphorisms. Everyone must think of an aphorism on the subject of suffering and pleasure.

The only consciousness that persists in the hereafter is the consciousness of pain.

el veneno estaba en la herida y la herida permaneció siempre abierta

According to my almond-eyed little spy, the great surgeon, may his own liver rot, lied to me when he declared yesterday with a deathhead's grin that the operazione had been perfetta . Well, it had been so in the sense Euler called zero the perfect number. Actually, they ripped me open, cast one horrified look at my decayed fegato , and without touching it sewed me up again.

And yet I have been fashioned so painstakingly,' thought Cincinnatus as he wept in the darkness. 'The curvature of my spine has been calculated so well, so mysteriously. I feel, tightly rolled up in my calves, so many miles that I could yet run in my lifetime. My head is so comfortable.' A clock struck a half, pertaining to some unknown hour. (Invitation to a beheading)

poco después de mi regreso a la civilización, tuve otro ataque de locura (si puede aplicarse ese término cruel a la melancolía y a una sensación de angustia insoportable).

Szétesése fokozatosan történt, és mindegyik fokozata gyötrelmesebb volt az elÅ'zÅ'nél; az emberi agy ugyanis a legjobb kínzókamra bír lenni mindazok közül, melyeket kieszelt, létrehozott és használt évek millióin át, földek millióiban, üvöltÅ' teremtmények millióin.

a shoe-shaped bath tub, within which I felt like Marat but with no white-necked maiden to stab me.

One had to forget - because one could not live with the thought that this graceful, fragile, tender young woman with those eyes, that smile, those gardens and snows in the background, had been brought in a cattle car to an extermination camp and killed by an injection of phenol into the heart, into the gentle heart one had heard beating under one's lips in the dusk of the past.

I want you to know that no matter how much you hurt me, you cannot hurt my love, and this sentence (if we re-English it from the Zemblan) came out as: I desire you and love when you flog me.