Quotes about Suffering
My pain is your pain because all pain is the same
— Oprah Winfrey
How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?
— Oscar Wilde
How long could you love a woman who didn't love you, Cecil? A woman who didn't love me? Oh, all my life!
— Oscar Wilde
What do you believe? I believe that the last and the first suffer equally. Pari passu. Equally? It is not alone in the dark of death that all souls are one soul. Of what would you repent? Nothing. Nothing? One thing. I spoke with bitterness about my life and I said that I would take my own part against the slander of oblivion and against the monstrous facelessness of it and that I would stand a stone in the very void where all would read my name. Of that vanity I recant all.
— Cormac McCarthy
Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.
— Cormac McCarthy
Out on the roads the pilgrims sank down and fell over and died and the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of any nameless sisterworld in the ancient dark beyond.
— Cormac McCarthy
Your old man called me. He wanted you to call home. People in hell want ice water.
— Cormac McCarthy
The men poured gasoline on them and burned them alive, having no remedy for evil but only for the image of it as they conceived it to be.
— Cormac McCarthy
In the grueling light that passed for day...
— Cormac McCarthy
We pour water upon the child and name it. Not to fix it in our hearts but in our clutches. The daughters of men sit in half darkened closets inscribing messages upon their arms with razorblades and sleep is no part of their life.
— Cormac McCarthy
He thought the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.
— Cormac McCarthy
People will tell you it was Vietnam brought this country to its knees. But I never believed that. It was already in bad shape. Vietnam was just the icin on the cake. We didnt have nothin to give to em to take over there. If we'd sent em without rifles I dont know as they'd of been all that much worse off. You cant go to war like that. You cant go to war without God. I dont know what is goin to happen when the next one comes. I surely dont.
— Cormac McCarthy