Georges Duhamel Quotes

As a religious problem, the problem of suffering is, paradoxically, not how to avoid suffering but how to suffer, how to make of physical pain, personal loss, worldly defeat, or the helpless contemplation of others' agony something bearable, supportable- something as we say, sufferable.

And then it was, that grief and pain made themselves known to me as never before. Note this, because I knew the full absurdity of Fate and Fortune and Nature more truly than a human can bear to know it. And perhaps the description of this, brief as it is, may give consolation to another. The worst takes its time to come, and then to pass. The truth is, you cannot prepare anyone for this, nor convey an understanding of it through language. It must be known. And this I would wish on no one in the world.

The experience of pain or loss can be a formidably motivating force.

I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands.

Suffering, it turns out, demands profound imagination. A new future has to be conjured up because the old future isn't there anymore.

Pain has its own noble joy, when it starts a strong consciousness of life, from a stagnant one.

The word 'suffering' is not in my vocabulary.

I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

Loss is something that I think is ultimately the number one struggle for humans.

It's never easy to watch. It's never great to see your friend or teammate put himself through hell.

But how to explain suffering because of a man? It's not explainable. With that kind of suffering, a person feels as if they're in hell, because there is no nobility, no greatness - only misery.

Each time I wake,I think, At last, this is over, but it isn't.

Death straps me to the hospital bed, claws its way onto my chest and sits there.I didn't know it would hurt this much. I didn't know that everything good that's ever happened in my life would be emptied out by it.

We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple sound of water running in tubs and wished to drown

Darkness... When everything that you know and love is taken from you so harshly, all you can think about is anger, hatred, and even revenge. And no one can save you.

Not once more will/I be found with beings/who swallowed the rail of life//And one day I found myself with beings/who swallowed the nail of life/-as soon as I lost my matrix mamma,//and the being twisted under him,/and god poured me back to her/(the motherfucker).

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.

It will be as if I'd never existed, he'd promised me. I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and then it was pressed against the skin of my cheek. I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my disappointment, I didn't lose consciousness. The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.

I don't want to be a victim. I don't want to disappear into the darkness.

Pain can be a haunting reminder to appreciate every waking moment.

In my own life, I have found grief to be enormously distorting, particularly if it's sudden or extreme in nature.

It can be painful leaving parts of yourself behind. Change and shuffling off your previous skin is traumatic, but it can be done.