Dostoevsky On Suffering Novels & Stories

“Maybe all that they hope to happen will never happen and they will be forced to give up their plans.” "It's going to happen," Joseph said. “It’s about to begin.” Everyone looked at him in surprise, especially Hansen. “What are you saying, son? Are you sure?” Joseph nodded. “It’s my Father's design that there be great tribulation for the new world to emerge. Anyway it was going to happen regardless of what is happening with these people, only that they have anticipated it.” “I can't believe you're serious!” Hansen demanded. “What's with all this that God loves us and he doesn't want us to suffer? Why does he help people if he is still going to allow them to suffer and die horrible in a war?

The world around him was spinning, full of darkness, dampness, and pain. Above all else, there was the unbearable pain. Every vein in his body seemed to pulsate with an overbearing burning sensation. His arm ached, his ribs stabbed him with each breath, and his neck was swollen, the gaping holes festering and bleeding. With blurry vision, it was hard to make out the body of the nurse where she lay crumpled next to him. She had to be in even more agony considering she had also been shot. He secretly hoped she would just die so that she wouldn’t be in such misery, but he could hear her crying softly. Dixon was born to help others; knowing he was helpless to save her, in many ways, was far wors

My heart rate was slowing and I was not as frightened as I was ten minutes ago. "I would've liked Gerald," I said. "He would've had a lot of opinions about you." "Good or bad?" "Complicated. He liked people who were complicated." Jovan's fingers kept moving through my hair. "He'd have made you read Crime and Punishment and then spent two hours arguing with you about whether redemption requires suffering." "Does it?" "Gerald thought yes. I think suffering is just what happens. Redemption is choosing to do something with it." "I'm afraid," I admitted. "Every day. Underneath all of it, I'm terrified of losing you. What if Sergei comes back?"

The cold faction remained calm. “Emotion also causes war, violence, and self-destruction.” “Yes,” I whispered immediately. The honesty rippled painfully through the network. “Yes, it does.” Nathan looked at me quietly. Understanding what I was doing. You couldn’t fight truth with denial. Only with deeper truth. I looked toward the emotionless consciousness layers. “You think removing emotions will remove suffering,” I whispered. The cold threads pulsed softly. “Correct.” My throat tightened painfully. “But suffering isn’t the worst thing humans are capable of.”

I said. "I cant help you with that, I can barely think clearly at the moment, I don't think my brain will be of any help to you." "You are giving up" I said. "Why are you giving up without even trying to fight?" "I have nothing to live for, death isn't so bad after all, it's actually giving me an escape from all my suffering." "Nonsense!" I yelled. "You think you have suffered? Your suffering is absolutely nothing compared to what I've had to endure, do you know how many people died just so you could live? And now you want to throw away their sacrifice and not even try to live at all?"

The weight of Dirk's suffering pressed upon him, urging him to move faster, to find the key that could unlock his Don's salvation. As Bogo scoured the city, his mind filled with visions of Dirk's pain, his body wracked by fever and convulsions. He could almost hear the anguished cries that echoed through the walls of the bedroom, resonating with a depth of suffering that shook him to his core. The urgency in his search grew, fueled by the knowledge that time was slipping through his fingers.

I should've relished the revenge, but a small pang of guilt crept in when I saw tears running down Emma's face. "Okay, let's keep the crying in check for now." Beside us, Karl Zeller wiped his damp eyes and murmured, "Lene, come home with us."

I could not believe that the causes of our suffering were due to a cruel experiment. The worst thing was that it was just the work of a manipulator who was willing to sacrifice someone from his own family. I wanted to cry, to scream, to throw objects in the air out of anger, because what I was reading was horrible. My life had been so complicated and drawn out because someone else had wanted it that way. I had suffered so much as a wolf; I was so sickly... I thought for so long that this was my problem.

The fact that he blacked out because of excessive electrifying pain in his head told Bella about the depth of his suffering. She suddenly got lost in her thoughts remembering how she used to blame God for not making these people suffer and only giving her pain but today she realized the person who was suffering the most for many months was this man. At one time he was dealing with this deadly disease and at the same time, he was suffering watching his son lose his peace and happiness.

"Humans are the weakest creatures to ever walk the earth. I delight in crushing them, in making them suffer. Their pain is a pleasure to me." Lena’s thoughts whirled in confusion and horror. Why was he telling her this? What was the point of it all? "I want to see you at your weakest," Darius’s voice grew colder, filled with a cruel satisfaction. "I want to watch you in pain. I want to see you broken, helpless. That is the greatest punishment I can give you." "Why?" Her voice barely rose above a whisper, thick with disbelief. "Why are you doing this? We were never in love. What have I done to deserve this torment?"