The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more you try to avoid read more

The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that 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

Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of read more

Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world.

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.

The superior man is distressed by the limitations of his ability; he is not distressed by the fact that men read more

The superior man is distressed by the limitations of his ability; he is not distressed by the fact that men do not recognize the ability that he has.

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.

In default of inexhaustible happiness, eternal suffering would at least give us a destiny. But we do not even have read more

In default of inexhaustible happiness, eternal suffering would at least give us a destiny. But we do not even have that consolation, and our worst agonies come to an end one day.

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?

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.