Dostoevsky On Suffering Novels & Stories

She shivered. “Does it hurt?” Isadora asked quietly, her voice soft. Alina shook her head. “I… I am used to it. Pain is nothing new.” Isadora’s hands shook slightly as she wet a cloth and began to dab at the blood. Alina winced but did not protest. “This… this is too much,” Isadora whispered under her breath. “No one should suffer like this.” Alina lowered her eyes. “I have known suffering all my life. This… this is just part of it.”

“Come on, man. Get me out of this thing. I'm really sick and if I don't get healing here, I may never recover. You remember the beast within me? It is out again. I need to get this thing out of me. And I need you to help untie me. We can sort out our differences later.” I begged, but he still did not respond to me. “I know you're behind me. Why are you not saying anything?” I was frustrated that he hasn't spoken anything yet. I did not know what to do at this moment. “Alright then. I know you promised me that I will suffer for what I did to you. You are very right. I really deserve to suffer for what I did to you. You want to make me suffer and you are justified. Can we begin the suffering s

he said. Casey sighed. "Dad, you're not the reason of my suffering. My suffering had reasons why it happened before. I suffered because it'll help me to become a stronger woman now. Without the sufferings, I won't be able to find courage to make things better despite the fact that life isn't easy to live with. There's always a reason behind someone's suffering," she said. "You're not the reason why I suffered before, dad. Maybe it's part of our life in this world. Without suffering, we couldn't have the happiness and success we deserve at the end of the day." He winced and gasped loudly.

one of them said, and they nodded their heads in unison, probably supporting her motion. I gulped down into nothing, staring at them with a sad look on my face. Suffer? This is what my instincts meant when I was told that I'm going to suffer. But why do I've to suffer for someone else's sin? I asked myself but I couldn't get an answer to it. "Please… don't make me suffer,"I pleaded in a low and crackers voice, my eyes filled with sadness. "What a pity! But that isn't a request for you to make. You should have pleaded to your so-called father back then before killing our people,"

To Pfauen's tolerance, she felt a little guilty, replying: "Mine." "Reason?" "You think you're just playing, but how many tears does it cost to others, is that fair?" Pfauen tenderly stroked her hair, lent her a firm shoulder, like pampering a sad child, gently saying: “Justice! Only suffering proves there is joy. There is no eternal joy, nor ultimate suffering, that is fate…”

“I know this isn’t the underworld and as for your other question, I brought you here for some sightseeing. Haven’t I told you?” “What does this have to do with Reid and Maddie?” Hades let out a knowing smile. “I think you already have an idea as to what I am going to show you.” She swallowed hard. Her mind was racing. She doesn’t know what to think—she wanted to think of something else other than the fact that Hades might have brought her here for a different kind of torture. “The cause of every suffering is denial,” he said and she looked at him, puzzled. “What?”

I don't deserve the pain and sorrow that I am passing through. I am not to blame. Luther is solely to blame for what I am passing through. Perhaps, my only fault is disobeying my parents when they warned me severally not to go to the crop field at night. How then can I be the only one to suffer when the one who caused my misfortune is happily living his life? No, I refuse to be the only one to suffer. Luther must suffer as well and his suffering must be far greater than mine. I will destroy his life the way he has destroyed mine. I vowed as my eyes blazed with anger.

Because sometimes preventing greater suffering requires lesser suffering now. "That's dumb," Sophie said bluntly. "Suffering is suffering. You don't make it better by causing more. You make it better by stopping." The simple logic of a child, cutting through centuries of rationalization. Dietrich looked at the dead-man's switch, at Sophie, at the people who'd chosen to stay. "I can't," he said. "I've come too far. Committed too completely. If I stop now, it means two hundred years of pain were for nothing. That I could have moved on but chose not to."

"That's not an acceptable answer, Freya. Not one I'm willing to accept. You've just ripped me to shreds emotionally. I deserve the truth after what you've put me through." Pain flickered in her eyes, the first honest emotion he'd witnessed since he'd woken up in her retreat. "Everyone has their demons, Dayton. You don't have a monopoly on pain and suffering. Everyone selfishly believes that their pain is stronger, that it hurts deeper than anyone else's. The truth; it's all relative. Each person's pain is as strong or as weak as they allow it to be."

Castro POV: I had a restless night because I couldn't stop thinking about what my mate told me. In addition, the absence of a mate for an extended time had made Goliath restless, as is typical for wolves, and Josefina's betrayal worsened this. We watched our worlds crumble, losing all meaning and purpose—that's how Goliath and I coped. My ruthlessness has made me a force to be reckoned with, inspiring fear in others. I found joy in causing pain to my enemies, hearing their screams of agony was like music to me. Long ago, I abandoned hope of finding love, convinced it was the moon goddess's design, and embraced this suffering as my lot in life.