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I shall not speak of my sufferings. Cowering deep down among them I feel nothing. It is there I die, unbeknown to my stupid flesh. That which is seen, that which cries and writhes, my witless remains. Somewhere in the turmoil thought struggles on, it too wide of the mark. It too seeks me, as it always has, where I am not to be found.

Malone Dies
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.

Waiting for Godot
Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.

Great Expectations
But theoretical, imagined suffering is not what distresses a man and destroys his peace of mind. Only what you have seen with pitying eyes can really shake you.

Beware of Pity
No animal suffers worse than a human being.

The Vivisector
Everyone can be discontented if he ignores his blessings and looks only at his burdens.
Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied.

Pride and Prejudice
As victims of hurt, we frequently don't bring up what ails us, because so many wounds look absurd in the light of day.

Religion for Atheists: A Non-Believer's Guide to the Uses of Religion
We don't really learn anything properly until there is a problem, until we are in pain, until something fails to go as we had hoped... we suffer, therefore we think.

How Proust Can Change Your Life
In accepting that suffering is a part of your daily existence, you could begin by examining the factors that normally give rise of feelings of discontent and mental unhappiness.

The Art of Happiness
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."