Nietzsche Suffering Novels & Stories

Perhaps, the vessel of his psyche, which had been subjected to strong blows in the last two days, cracked and gave a strong leak, and this innocent action - a simple body movement disabled another important link in his mind. At first, Sergei twisted his face and opened his mouth in pain, but did not scream. Unaccustomed to this position, the muscles of the thighs stretched like a string. Each push of Natalia created excruciating pain, it seemed to tear the muscles of the inner thighs and break out the hip joints.

I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to block out the image of him standing there — rain falling, voice breaking. He’d said he was sorry. He’d looked at me like I was still human. That was what broke me. Because I didn’t want to be human anymore. Not when it came to him. “I wanted him to suffer,” I said. “But now I don’t even know what that means.” “It means you’re still fighting the wrong war,” she said. I looked up. “What do you mean?” “You think hurting him will fix what he did. But it won’t. You’ll just trade one kind of pain for another.”

- you know, I was like you before, a little girl who hates everything, kept crying for nothing, got punished for every single thing, even if she didn't make any mistakes, that changed me, and made me sick, the hatred grows strongly inside of me, in every single moment I hear someone screaming inside of my head, I guess it's me but, I can't scream, so I decided to keep all of that feeling inside, it might hurt but at least no one will hate me, or that's how I was thinking, the fact is, you are the most hated one in this big world, and if you'll leave it like that you should die, better than keep your suffers eats you inside - what do you know about suffering? - what? - what would you do if yo

As Natalie contemplated the entire incident, she unexpectedly found herself enjoying it. Making Natasha suffer brought her joy. The more Natasha suffered, the happier she felt. She could even savor the process of making Natasha suffer repeatedly. With each reflection, Natalie felt increasingly content.

he says forcefully. I don’t know what it was, but it was like a wall inside me came crashing down and every shred of anger I have buried over the years came flying out. A pulse of energy burst from me like a bomb, and I could feel my eyes had changed as I looked at the eyes of my creator who doomed me to a life of suffering. “Why? Do you Gods get some sick pleasure from watching us suffer? You have rules against intervening? That’s a bald-faced lie!” I rant in a rush.

I couldn't imagine that my own brother and his wife did this to us because of property and jealousy. I want everything to be alright but the sin I have done by believing in those horrible things ...I don't deserve to be happy. I am a horrible Shrestha..... I am a pathetic man. I understood that an obstacle on the path of your and my son's happiness. I am sorry for everything....I am sorry for your sufferings .. I am sorry for being pathetic. So I decided to move away from the lives of you people so that you guys can stay happy. " He said, making my heart drop in my stomach out of fear.

Adding his weakened state, it perfected his miserable life. Rage burned in him. "This is Zach's fault. If it's not for him, I wouldn't be like this and wouldn't have to suffer in this weak body." He gritted his teeth and balled his fist; then, he hit the mirror with robust power until his knuckles bled. "You'll pay for each of my sufferings. I'll make sure you suffer more than me."

Lack of concentration , addiction to work more than ever , Sudden anger all are making him go weak . His entire buisness Empire is drowning down . He is changing himself to be an Illusionist . Who can ,Only feel Nithra . his memories with her are Excruciating . All are taunting him. Assuming him as the reason for her death ,he grabbed the ceramic flower vase and slammed it over his hands , aggressively . " Chill " The vase clashed out into pieces and penetrated his wrist .The pieces, screeched his hands resulting in unbearable pain . It attacked his nerves . Squeezing his eyes shut ,he winched out .He believed, comparing Nithra's painful death ,this is nothing .

It was a simple evil that promised pain to anyone who was not born within the grey and silver clouds that flew over all others of the Earth, and was a threat that kept the rest of humanity, still confined to the dirt and the underground chained to their will and servitude. But it wasn't enough. It was never going to be enough. It never would be enough. For Jasper, the life that he had been given now was still not enough. He had been drowned alive, electrocuted, burned, had all his limbs broken, injected with body altering substances, passed out on multiple occasions, stripped of his sight, but it was still not enough. Jasper needed to suffer to atone for his crimes. He needed to suffer. He n

Wanting to leave the suffocating place immediately. Naster watched him from behind and sadly smiled to himself. The proud and powerful back he used to admire, became more and more lonely, every time he looked at it. There really is nothing more tormenting than suffering the regret someone feels after causing someone’s death. Glancing at the covered portrait hanging on the wall, Naster sighed. “What should I do? He still blames himself.” Naster whispered to himself and thought of the kind smile that melted the ice brick’s heart. The gentle laugh yet fiery power, just like a small cat.