#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”

“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.”

“For now they kill me with a living death.”

“A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.”

“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?”

“Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.”

“Would I were dead, if God's good will were so,For what is in this world but grief and woe?”

“My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease,Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,Hath left me, and I desperate now approveDesire is death, which physic did except.”

“He jests at scars that never felt a wound.”

“Who alone suffers suffers most i' th' mind,Leaving free things and happy shows behind;But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskipWhen grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.”

“What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen,What old December's bareness everywhere!”

“I do opposeMy patience to his fury, and am arm'dTo suffer, with a quietness of spirit,The very tyranny and rage of his.”

“O, I have sufferedWith those that I saw suffer!”

“A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry. But were we burd'ned with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain: So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee, With urging helpless patience wouldst relieve me; But if thou live to see like right bereft, This fool-begged patience in thee will be left.”

“For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.”

“O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.”

“It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.”

“Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change or cease; tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, Catch in their fury and make nothing of; Strives in his little world of man to outscorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch, The lion and the belly-pinched wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs, And bids what will take all.”

“An old man, broken with the storms of state,Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;Give him a little earth for charity!”

“Literature is the effort of man to indemnify himself for the wrongs of his condition.”

“O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell”

“Henceforth, I'll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself, 'Enough, enough, and die.”

“We are not the firstWho with best meaning have incurred the worst”

“The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.”

“Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.”

“We are not ourselves When nature, being oppressed, commands the mind To suffer with the body.”