How little it takes to make life unbearable: a pebble in the shoe, a cockroach in the spaghetti, a woman's read more

How little it takes to make life unbearable: a pebble in the shoe, a cockroach in the spaghetti, a woman's laugh.

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, read more

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.

Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey?
And why does thy nose look so blue?

Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey?
And why does thy nose look so blue?

To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
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To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their paradise.

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.

What was hard to suffer is sweet to remember.

What was hard to suffer is sweet to remember.

Can it be, O Christ in heaven, that the holiest suffer most,
That the strongest wander furthest, and more read more

Can it be, O Christ in heaven, that the holiest suffer most,
That the strongest wander furthest, and more hopelessly are lost?

And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus
whom thou persecutest: it is read more

And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus
whom thou persecutest: it is hard for thee to kick against the
pricks.

For there are deeds
Which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.

For there are deeds
Which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.