For who would dare to assert that eternal happiness can compensate for a single moment's human suffering
A writer cannot put himself today in service of those who make history; he is at the service of those who suffer it.
Who taught you all this, doctor?" The reply came promptly: "Suffering.
The world I live in is loathsome to me, but I feel one with the men who suffer in it
But - I cannot make a choice. I have my own sorrow, but I suffer with him, too; I share his pain. I understand all - that is my trouble.
At a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.
The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.
he's incapable of suffering for a long time, or being happy for a long time. Which means that he's incapable of anything really worth while.
Men cry because things are not what they ought to be.
... there are two types of happiness and I have chosen that of the murderers. For I am happy. There was a time when I thought I had reached the limit of distress. Beyond that limit, there is a sterile and magnificent happiness.
Suffering gives us no special rights.
No matter what cause one defends, it will suffer permanent disgrace if one resorts to blind attacks on crowds of innocent people.
When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.
It is not humiliating to be unhappy. Physical suffering is sometimes humiliating, but the suffering of being cannot be, it is life.
The modern mind is in complete disarray. Knowledge has stretched itself to the point where neither the world nor our intelligence can find any foot-hold. It is a fact that we are suffering from nihilism.