Quotes About Suffering

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

on flat affect] ... worlds and events that would have been expected to be captured by expressive suffering—featuring an amplified subjectivity, violent and reparative relationally, and assurance about what makes an event significant—appear with an asterisk of uncertainty.

I felt sucker-punched. It wasn't God's fault Patrick had been treated worse than dirt, as I'd let myself believe. It was mine.

Love, the deadliest of all deadly things. It kills you. Alex. When you have it. Alex. And when you don't. Alex.

I felt a clot in my throat, something that wouldn't let language come. ... And there is also a dream I have over and over again, of opening up my mouth and finding my tongue studded with broken glass, so every word is a wound.

Nor would matters end there; their families and heirs would suffer

the most abject and miserable creatures I have any where beheld.

during his four voyages. And it was a mistake that would be corrected only at the cost of great suffering

Beware of the urge to suffer. For many think that suffering is a way to pay God 'bribes to a corrupt God,' as Crowley put it, to gain His approval.

Too often, people carry around so much pain in their hearts, that they surround their hearts with an impenetrable wall.

Will is seen as the source of all suffering, since willing never brings contentment, but only further desire!

In summary, to reestablish agency, a NARM therapist explores with clients how they are contributing to their own suffering—how they may be consciously or unconsciously instrumental in creating their own distress as adults.

The history of a soldier's wound beguiles the pain of it.

Voilà peut-être ce qu'il faudrait accepter: on ne fait que passer. Et quand bien même l'amour, le combat, la souffrance à en devenir fou... De tout ça un jour il ne reste rien

And some people chide her for coming too late. One older woman—a Choctaw woman, whose granddaughter had been taken—looked at Margaret for a long time with weary eyes, then clicked her teeth. You think this is something new? She shook her head.

All those years, as the only other person who understood their parents, he had absorbed her miseries offering silent sympathy or a squeeze on the shoulder or a wry smile.

The little bird in his throat had died and swelled so that he could hardly breathe.

ground up into dingy gray, flushed down into the sewer in a mess of shit and piss. Something goes hot and liquid behind his eyes.

Ölmek istiyorum, dekorsuz, poz almadan. Batan bir güne? gibi ihti?amla de?il, kaderin bileklerime takt??? prangalardan kurtulmak için ölmek. Mütevazi bir odadan süslü bir salona geçer gibi, realiteden tarihe geçmek umurumda de?il. Ah inanabilseydim. Ist?rap gayyas?nda aylarca kald?m, orada yaln?z sükut vard?. Neredesin, yanan aln?m? mü?fik avuçlar?nda dinlendirecek Meçhul Dost?

Ac? haf?zay? çatlat?yor. Ve buharla??yor hat?ralar.

Even something harsh and difficult is a comfort if we choose it ourselves. If it is imposed on us by others, it is agony.

Ma la grande, la tremenda verità è questa: soffrire non serve a niente.

Ne san?yorsun?Ay herkes için vard?r,yaÄŸmurda,hastal?klar da.Ä°nsan yeralt?nda da yaÅŸasa,sarayda da yaÅŸasa,kan her yerde k?rm?z?d?r.