Suffering Quotes - Page 2

I don't really believe anything I say. Because the nature of my work concerns the spaces between the words, rather than the words themselves.

There are times that the emotions we keep in our hearts, no matter how abundant, are better left unexpressed.

The wound made by hurting with fire will heal but the wound created by harsh words uttered using out tongue leaves an indelible scar.

Although we may wish for more or strive to do better than we have, in these times it is enough to keep your soul.

What you hate, you re-create; and what you bless, you put to rest.

When did the skin on our bodies, the difference in our voice, or the direction our heart takes us decide whether or not we should have human rights?

The parts of me that hurt the worst want me to write something for them, but I can't. I don't know what to say. I'm lost in all this sadness, and so are they.

Somewhere along the road many of us have picked up the belief that to change we must suffer. Some things are earned with work. But work is not suffering. Work is just work.

I don't feel like I can change the world. I don't even try. I only want to change this small life that I see standing in front of me, which is suffering.

One suffers in silence so long as one has the strength and when that strength fails one speaks without measuring one's words much.

What stirs lyrical poets to their finest flights is neither the delight of the senses nor the fruitful contentment of the settled couple; not the satisfaction of love, but its passion. And passion means suffering.

Up on the Brooklyn Bridge a man is standing in agony, waiting to jump, or waiting to write a poem, or waiting for the blood to leave his vessels because if he advances another foot the pain of his love will kill him.

This time around I was so lonely that I was forced to be face to face with myself. Realizing at the end of the day I only have me and I didn't seem to like my own company. I decided to I had to make myself into someone I can live with.

He's been through so much and to watch that boy suffer makes me wish this world wasn't so cruel.

Perhaps watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can.

Contrary to what we may have been taught to think, unnecessary and unchosen suffering wounds us but need not scar us for life. It does mark us. What we allow the mark of our suffering to become is in our own hands.

Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

I want to see beauty. In the ugly, in the sink, in the suffering, in the daily, in all the days before I die, the moments before I sleep.

When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.