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.

I can sympathize with everything, except suffering.

I can sympathize with everything, except suffering.

Think occasionally of the suffering of which you spare yourself the sight.

Think occasionally of the suffering of which you spare yourself the sight.

Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind.

Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind.

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.

Suffering is the ancient law of love; there is not quest without pain; there is no lover who is not read more

Suffering is the ancient law of love; there is not quest without pain; there is no lover who is not also a martyr.

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.

The only way to be happy is to love to suffer.

The only way to be happy is to love to suffer.

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.