Suffering Quotes

“If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.”

“And makes me poor indeed.”

“Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so,To make my end too sudden.”

“To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.”

“All dark and comfortless.”

“Sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.”

“There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently”

“woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see”

“Grief makes one hour ten.”

“A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.”

“Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.”

“for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)”

“Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?”

“One pain is lessened by another's anguish.”

“What's the newest grief? Each minute tunes a new one.”

“So many miseries have craz'd my voice,That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.”

“Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.”

“Under loves heavy burden do I sink. --Romeo”

“Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.”

“a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief”

“There is an old poor man,. . . . Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.”

“The heart hath treble wrongWhen it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue.”

“O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished!”

“Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?”

“Comfort's in heaven, and we are on the earth”