Roger Caras Quotes

When we focus on our pain, our ache deepens.

Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears.

I feel hurt and pain times a million, all the time.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

Cries of despair, misery, sobbing grief are a kind of wealth.

Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips: for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.

Already Roland feels his limbs starting to go numb. He swallows hard. "I hate this. I hate you. I hate all of you." "I understand.

Pain revealed the paltry dimensions of love. The paltry dimensions of everything, in fact, except pain.

Excess of trouble may, for a time, distract and overwhelm the soul. Our Lord himself seems to have experienced somewhat of this. Our prayers, perhaps, are never more acceptable, than when they are offered in broken accents, in sighs, and groans.

We have a dysfunctional dream of the planet, and humans are mentally sick with a disease called fear. The symptoms of the disease are all the emotions that make humans suffer: anger, hate, sadness, envy, and betrayal. When the fear is too great, the reasoning mind begins to fail, and we call this mental illness.

I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong.

Worry itself is one of the most painful conditions.

jealousy, the most hideous emotion any human being ever suffers, has nothing to do with the mind. Or not at first.

I must perish in this deplorable folly. Thus, thus, and not otherwise, shall I be lost. I dread the events of the future, not in themselves, but in their results. I shudder at the thought of any, even the most trivial, incident, which may operate upon this intolerable agitation of soul. I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect-in terror. In this unnerved-in this pitiable condition-I feel that the period will sooner or later arrive when I must abandon life and reason together, in some struggle with the grim phantasm, FEAR.

The more you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer, because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you, in proportion to your fear of being hurt. The one who does most to avoid suffering is, in the end, the one who suffers most.

Often it is just lack of imagination that keeps a man from suffering very much.

Now panic beats and flutters inside my skull like a flock of starlings locked in an attic.

Not suffering, but faint heart, is worst of woes.

When you're unhappy, I guess everything in the world - reading, eating, sleeping - has something buried somewhere inside it that just makes you unhappier.

Worry is fear in disguise. And fear will eat you from the inside out if you let it.

My mind was bursting with depression and anguish. I muttered imprecations and murmuring as I passed along. I was full of loathing and abhorrence of life, and all that life carries in its train.

Not knowing whether to wait or to forget is the worst kind of suffering.

Anxiety is the poison of human life; the parent of many sins and of more miseries.