



Suffering is a kind of currency passed from hand to hand until it reaches someone who receives it but does not pass it on.




Suffering is, along with disappointments and melancholy, there to mature and transfigure us: Not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity.
Suffering is a result of the fact that men employ their imaginations so assiduously in recalling the memory of past sorrow, instead of bearing their present lot with equanimity.

Suffering is almost always the product of our thoughts. We spend nearly every moment of our lives lost in thought, and hostage to the character of those thoughts. You can break this spell, but it takes training just like it takes training to defend yourself against a physical assault.
Suffering is a corrective to point out a lesson which by other means we have failed to grasp, and never can it be eradicated until that lesson is learnt.
Suffering is a kind of ecstasy in a way. Having pain all the time makes one terribly, terribly grateful for every moment one's got.
Suffering is a sort of need felt by the organism to make itself familiar with a new state, which makes it uneasy, to adapt its sensibility to that state.