Prolonged Suffering Quotes

I think we're rapidly approaching the day where medical science can keep people alive in hospitals, hooked up to tubes and things, far beyond when any kind of quality of life is left at all.

For 30 years, I lived in pure hell.

I tend to hold on to injuries a lot longer than others.

The prolonged slavery of women is the darkest page in human history.

Death is less bitter punishment than death's delay.

Thanks to modern medicine we are no longer forced to endure prolonged pain, disease, discomfort and wealth.

I thought the war would never end. And perhaps it never did, either.

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons.

The first five to six years of my life were spent in and out of the hospital.

I was disappointed, not because we had lost the war but because our people had allowed it to go on for so many years, instead of heeding the few voices of protest against all that mass insanity and slaughter.

I don't want a few extra weeks of life at enormous cost, for example, when it comes to the end.

I am a man whose mind has been ulcerated with a variety of embarrassments for 30 weary months.

I've been waiting 13 years for justice.

Before the war it had seemed incredible that such terrors and slaughters, even if they began, could last more than a few months. After the first two years it was difficult to believe that they would ever end.

It's one thing to be discouraged. It's another thing to have despair. Despair is when you think there's just no end to this [suffering]. There's no solution for this. Despair is when you think that your suffering has no purpose, and your suffering has no end.

I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust.

I'M ANGRY because the stories of injustice that have been passed down for generations seem to be continuing before our very eyes.

There were two Avoxes with me in prison. Darius and Lavinia, but the guards mostly called them the redheads. They'd been our servants in the Training Center, so they arrested them, too. I watched them being tortured to death. She was lucky. They used too much voltage and her heart stopped right off. It took days to finish him off. Beating, cutting off parts. They kept asking him questions, but he couldn't speak, he just made these horrible animals sounds. They didn't want information, you know? They wanted me to see it.

The new experience that has replaced dignified suffering is artificially prolonged, opaque, depersonalized maintenance.

This is painful and it will be for a long time.

I would like to avoid dying if possible. I do like living! The worst, I think for me, though, would be a really bedridden death.

Despair itself if it goes on long enough, can become a kind of sanctuary in which one settles down and feels at ease.

I have been desperate to escape for so many years now, it is routine for me to try to escape.

My wife Lucy was very sick for nearly three years prior to her death. At one time, I was in the hospital with her for six months.

It takes a major unhappiness, a prolonged and bitter experience, to drive us away from loyalties once formed. And sometimes no amount of punishment can make us repudiate our loyalty.