Quotes About Suffering

I am the wound and the knife!I am the blow and the cheek!I am the limbs and the wheel—The victim and the executioner!

Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?

Every day became an epic of endurance.

Hell is the proof of God's failure or refusal to love.

You'll have your heart cut out with a grapefruit knife; love does that. You won't have a chance against me until you're very old, if then.

And that's the whole point. The mind, Doctor. It's everything. If you think you have a pain in your arm and there's no physical reason for it, you don't hurt any less.

The Occupation, Lucien realized, hadn't just bred hatred of Jews, it had brought out the very worst in human beings. Hardship had bred pure self-interest, setting group against group, neighbor against neighbor, and even friend against friend. People would screw over each other for a lump of butter.

The winters came early, the rains not often enough, the locusts rose in biblical scale, the land broke hard to the plow, the price for the crops hardly ever enough, the isolation beyond imagination, the long nights forever, and summer sun exploding in their faces and searing their dreams with flames.

Russell had lost the thumb and index finger on his left hand when he was young. He moved the thumb he still had around like he was grinding something into the white tablecloth and said, "Dust to dust." I

Death was a sweet relief for my present miseries, and I vehemently longed for its arrival.

I said to myself, we must die. Sooner or later, we must disappear for ever from the face of the earth. Whatever be the links that hold us to life, they must be broken. This scene of existence is, in all its parts, calamitous. The greater number is oppressed with immediate evils, and those, the tide of whose fortunes is full, how small is their portion of enjoyment, since they know that it will terminate.

The sleek locks, neat apparel, pacific guise, sobriety and gentleness of aspect by which I was customarily distinguished, would in vain be sought in the apparition which would now present itself before them. My legs, neck, and bosom were bare, and their native hue was exchanged for the livid marks of bruises and scarifications. A horrid scar upon my cheek, and my uncombed locks; hollow eyes, made ghastly by abstinence and cold . . . would prepossess them with the notion of a maniac or ruffian.

If you want to know where God is, ask a drunk.

Revolution sounds very romantic, you know, but it ain't. it's blood and guts and madness; it's little kids killed who get in the way, it's little kids who don't understand what the fuck is going on. it's your whore, your wife ripped in the belly with a bayonet and then raped in the a** while you watch. it's men torturing men who used to laugh at Mickey Mouse cartoons.

War is a game in which princes seldom win, the people never

Vice has more martyrs than virtue; and it often happens that men suffer more to be lost than to be saved

Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.

Life is a mess. And theology must be lived out in the midst of that mess.

One who shows signs of mental aberration is, inevitably, perhaps, but cruelly, shut off from familiar, thoughtless intercourse, partly excommunicated; his isolation is unwittingly proclaimed to him on every countenance by curiosity, indifference, aversion, or pity, and in so far as he is human enough to need free and equal communication and feel the lack of it, he suffers pain and loss of a kind and degree which others can only faintly imagine, and for the most part ignore.

And love is two misfortunes which together happiness are.(Et l'amour, c'est deux malheurs Qui ensemble font un bonheur)

Heaven without love : what a hell.

Heaven without love : what a hell. (Paradis sans amour : voilà ce qu'est l'enfer)

Only rice likes to be drowned. The war is the worst scream. (Seul aime être noyé le riz. - La guerre est le pire des cris.)