suffering [Theme] Page 101

Amusing thought: many of those who come to meet me, too, the soul in shreds, and I don't know why or how they suffer.

People should not suffer stupidity.

"Sometimes you don't sometimes you feel worse, but you still kind of insane. Find yourself a normal, and then suffer for some x*ini".

Torture is torture and humiliation is humiliation only if you choose that will suffer.

He spread the umbrella as it was raining, that is suffered during the tribulation, and he suffered no timid obedience, and more angrily, proudly, and patiently endured only because the reason of all suffering is attributed to himself, not hung like a coat on another nail.

Since we were expelled from Paradise, we either suffer, or cause suffering to others, or observe the suffering.

Well I know from personal experience that the minute a serious moral suffering there is no better means than the performance of the secular duties. Helps keep yourself.

People would be suffering much less, if not developed in themselves so hard the force of the imagination, resemble would be no end of trouble the past, and would have lived a harmless present.

Winston, how does one man assert his power over others?
After all, he thought.
- Forcing them to suffer, he said.
- Absolutely. Forcing him to suffer. Obedience is not enough. If the person is not suffering, how can you be sure that he obeying your will and not his own? The power is to hurt and humiliate. To tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in this form in which you want.

Suffering, we are comforted by the stories of others whose lives were similar to ours. These stories convince us that we are not alone.

But one thing we have in common is the talent for suffering, Yes, a talent for sorrow, Yes, and passion for that magic, that mystery we call music.

The inability to suffer is also suffering.

It happens that the opposite party desires his own happiness is the desire of the suffering of another...

She suffered a lot,
And lived so little.
Flying gave her freedom
It did not.
People wearily watched
Someone was crying silently.
Blood diluting with water,
Quietly the rain dripped...