Quotes About Suffering

I am trying to describe these things not to relive them in my present boundless misery, but to sort out the portion of hell and the portion of heaven in that strange, awful, maddening world...

I have but followed nature. I am nature's faithful hound. Why then this horror that I cannot shake off?

Love, most likely. They don't know how dreary it is, how degrading.

She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; ...while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward fist the scepter of my passion.

the poison was in the wound, and the wound remained ever open..

On z?ama? mi serce. A Ty mi z?ama?e? tylko ?ycie.

oh, mi angustia..., ¿qué haré contigo, conmigo mismo?

Here and now are the only place and time when one ever enjoys himself or accomplishes anything. Most of our suffering takes place when we allow our minds to imagine the future or mull over the past.

But was that why Negroes were poor, because they were dancers, jazzers, clowns? . . . The other way round would be better: dancers because of their poverty; singers because they suffered; laughing all the time because they must forget.... It's more like that, thought Sandy.

Then it was that books began to happen to me, and I began to believe in nothing but books and the wonderful world in books where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables, as we did in Kansas.

Way Down South in Dixie (Break the heart of me) They hung my black young lover To a cross roads tree. Way Down South in Dixie (Bruised body high in air) I asked the white Lord Jesus What was the use of prayer. Way Down South in Dixie (Break the heart of me) Love is a naked shadow On a gnarled and naked tree.

Now I do not understand Why God don't protect a man From police brutality. Being poor and black, I've no weapon to strike back-- So who but the Lord Can protect me?

They will let you have dope Because they are quite willing To drug you or kill you. They will let you have babies Because they are quite willing To pauperize you-- Or use your kids as labor boys For army, air force, or uranium mine. They will let you have alcohol To make you sodden and drunk And foolish. They will gleefully let you Kill your damn self any way you choose With liquor, drugs, or whatever.

Song For a Dark Girl Way Down South in Dixie ?(Break the heart of me) They hung my black young lover ?To a cross roads tree. Way Down South in Dixie ?(Bruised body high in air) I asked the white Lord Jesus ?What was the use of prayer. Way Down South in Dixie ?(Break the heart of me) Love is a naked shadow ?On a gnarled and naked tree.

Love, Oh, love is Such a strange disease. Love, Oh, love is Such a strange disease. When it hurts yo' heart you Sho can't find no ease.

Beale Street Love Love Is a brown man's fist With hard knuckles Crushing the lips, Blackening the eyes – Hit me again, Says Clorinda.

Pain? He could handle that, no problem; it was the idea that the female he loved was suffering that made him want to either punch something or vomit in the corner.

So," he said, "you really think having archangels string you up by your halo is worth saving this Harvester chick?" "She saved the world" Wraith shrugged. "So did I, but I don't see you offering up your holy ass to save me." "Are you suffering unspeakable horrors at the hands of Satan?" "No," Wraith said, "but sometimes I have to eat the hospital cafeteria food.

You really believe that? He took a step toward her.' I'm risking Sin's life by putting off what I have to do to Kynan. I'm doing that for you. Not for Kynan or my brothers. I took a knife for you. I've kissed you over and over when I never kiss anyone. So why the hell would I want to see you suffer?

Arik didn't know how long he'd been in hell. Time was one never-ending, no-lube f&*k when you were in the dark and in agony.

The road to Hades is easiest to travel. ––Diogenes Laertius Enjoy the trip, because the stay is going to be hell. ––Hades

This (Earth) is hell. There are no fires, no burning pits of torment, no levels or rings or rivers of lava. When we die, we get put right back on earth to live our miserable existences over and over and over for all eternity.

War is hell." —William Tecumseh Sherman "Sherman was totally my bitch." —War

When we die, we get put right back on earth to live our miserable existences over and over and over for all eternity.