Dostoevsky On Suffering Novels & Stories

My cries echo in the immense suite, mingling with the dull grunts of the blows and Liam's raspy breathing. Liam doesn't scream. He takes it in silence, eyes half-closed, his gaze sometimes lost, sometimes finding mine in a flash of consciousness. And in that gaze, through the pain, I see something that finishes tearing me apart: not reproach. A strange pity. As if he could see that my suffering, at that moment, was worse than his own. — You see? murmurs Volkov, his mouth against my temple. You see what your little game caused? You thought you were strong. You were only a useful idiot.

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?"

When that rage finally simmered down, I spoke. "What do you know about suffering?" There was no reply from her. But I was definitely getting an answer. "I said what do YOU know about suffering?!" Eva's face contorted into a twisted smile. "Alright. Who suffered more? The Olympic games. Do you want us to go on about who had it more tough? I probably wouldn't have killed Father if I knew we were blood. I probably wouldn't have wasted the pack's blood if I knew I was kin. Your grandmother is the reason I had to suffer. She is the reason you also had to suffer."

The way he had kissed me today and the way I reacted to him made my body heat up, and I was thankful for him having work; otherwise, I wasn’t sure whether or not the two of us would be out of bed at this point. Scrubbing my body clean, I reminded myself of the pain that he caused me. If I was living any of this, it was because of him, and I couldn’t just let that go because of a few gentle words. The man had to suffer just like I have; but, I wouldn’t be in charge of the darkness that would cascade them. Instead, I would be watching, enjoying every second of their suffering… One way or the other, you are going to make you pay, Alpha Alexei…

he said and I sensed stoicism as a tear ran down his plain face. "I stayed awake this time and felt all the pain. It felt so bad, it hurt too much that I almost gave up. I felt dirty and my mom was forced to watch as he did everything he did to me because if she didn't watch, she would be the one in my place and that's the last thing I wanted. He said all kinds of disgusting things, his sadistic nature only made it worse. I felt dead, I felt like I was in hell. I was suffering for sins I haven't committed but I sacrificed myself for the woman I love the most. I sacrifice myself for those small smiles I see on her face occasionally. I sacrifice because she did the same for me.

He simply concluded that their their happiness was misplaced. To him, they should be cowering in fear, begging for mercy, and pleading for him to end their torment. Instead, their laughter grated on his senses, a contrast to the suffering he believed they deserved. His mind, clouded by darkness, found pleasure in the thought of inflicting pain rather than witnessing happiness.