It cannot be doubted that the world crisis and the suffering and privations of the people resulting from the crisis are in some measure responsible for the dangerous upheavals of which we are the witness. In such periods discontent breeds hatred, and hatred leads to acts of violence and revolution, and often even to war.
Those who reproach injustice do so because they are afraid not of doing it but of suffering it.
And yet even in reaching for the beautiful there is beauty, and also in suffering whatever it is that one suffers en route.
For it is not because they fear doing unjust deeds, but because they fear suffering them, that those who blame injustice do so.
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.
Suffering comes from three quarters: from our own body, which is destined to decay and dissolution, and cannot even dispense with anxiety and pain as danger-signals; from the outer world, which can rage against us with the most powerful and pitiless forces of destruction; and finally from our relations with other men.
We are threatened with suffering from three directions: from our body, which is doomed to decay, from the external world which may rage against us with overwhelming and merciless force of destruction, and finally from our relations with other men. This last source is perhaps more painful to use than any other.
It is that we are never so defenceless against suffering as when we love, never so helplessly unhappy as when we have lost our loved object or its love.
In a word, man must create his own essence: it is in throwing himself into the world, suffering there, struggling there, that he gradually defines himself.
Her eyes stare at me but she seems not to see me; she looks as though she were lost in her suffering.