Quotes About Suffering

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Der schicksalsgebundene Mensch ist nicht frei

A man who has not come up against the barrier of some physical impossibility that affects his whole life ( impotence, dyspepsia, asthma, imprisonment, etc.) does not know what suffering is. In fact, such causes bring him to a decision of renouncement: a despairing attempt to make a virtue out of what is, in any case, inevitable. Could anything be more contemptible?

The recompense for having suffered so is that then one dies like a dog.

The cadence of suffering has begun

Chi ha la pagnotta non si muove. La guerra non doveva finire se non dopo aver distrutto ogni ricordo e ogni speranza. Soltanto per i morti, la guerra è finita davvero.

We need only drop the effort to secure and solidify ourselves and the awakened state is present. But we soon realize that just "letting go" is only possible for short periods. We need some discipline to bring us to "letting be." We must walk a spiritual path. Ego must wear itself out like an old shoe, journeying from suffering to liberation.

The Heart Sutra ends with "the great spell" or mantra. It says in the Tibetan version: "Therefore the mantra of transcendent knowledge, the mantra of deep insight, the unsurpassed mantra, the unequalled mantra, the mantra which calms all suffering, should be known as truth, for there is no deception." The potency of this mantra comes not from some imagined mystical or magical power of the words but from their meaning. It

reads: [1] May their evil deeds ripen in me. May all my virtue without exception ripen in them. [2] I offer all my profit and gain to sentient beings, those honorable ones; I will take on all loss and defeat. [3] May all the evil deeds and suffering of sentient beings ripen in me, and all my virtue and happiness ripen in sentient beings.

Enlightenment is ego's ultimate disappointment.

How will I teach this mind what it is to have a soul? How will I teach this mind to understand pain? How will I teach it to want to take on another person's suffering?

What does it mean to have to suffer so much if our lives are nothing more than the blink of an eye? … I learned a long time ago, Reuven, that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something.

I went away and cried to the Master of the Universe, "What have you done to me? A mind like this I need for a son? A heart I need for a son, a soul I need for a son, compassion I want from my son, righteousness, mercy, strength to suffer and carry pain, that I want from my son, not a mind without a soul!

kami coba simpan nestapa... kami coba kuburkan duka lara... tapi perih, tak bisa sembunyi. Ia menyebar kemana-mana...

It is easy to stand a pain, but difficult to stand an itch.

Suffering is the noblest art, the quieter the better.

The cost of war is a lifelong legacy borne by children.

Our lives are reduced to a tight circle. Each day revolves around what we can find to eat for the following day. And until it comes, we think about food. All day. All night. Hunger owns us.

Perhaps she is right, that there is no reason to suffering, no fair dealing when it comes to meting out bliss and pain. There are just choices, and the echoes of those choices.

Of course you can go on. It's what we do. We go on. Learn how to live with the suffering we're dealt.

"I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror. Now I suffer continually from vertigo, and today, 23rd of January, 1862, I have received a singular warning, I have felt the wind of the wing of madness pass over me."

I am the wound and the knife! I am the slap and the cheek! I am the limbs and the rack, And the victim and the executioner! I am the vampire of my own heart.

Perhaps it would be sweet to be, in turn, both victim and executioner.

What matters an eternity of damnation to someone who has found in one second the infinity of joy?