Quiet Suffering Quotes

The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.

Small sorrows speak great ones are silent.

We certainly do not forget you as soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves. We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us. You are forced on exertion. You have always a profession, pursuits, business of some sort or other, to take you back into the world immediately, and continual occupation and change soon weaken impressions.

I love 'The Sportswriter' by Richard Ford. Ford really captures for me the bittersweetness of the quietly suffering American man. It's stoic, sad, and really beautiful.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.

In all the silent manliness of grief.

If I had problems, I kept them to myself. I didn't make a scene.

I spent a lot of time reading 'Cosmopolitan' and quietly crying.

We all suffer in our own way; like, life is miserable. And I'm not, 'Oh, I'm a stand-up who's sad,' but the reality is that just about everyone is quietly unhappy. I don't think that pertains to comedians specifically. I think most people look at themselves in the mirror and are not happy with what they see.

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.

'Cunnamulla' is a beautifully bleak portrait of a lonely town in which people are leading lives of sort of quiet desperation.

There are daily martyrdoms occurring of more or less self-abnegation, and of which the world knows nothing.

I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.

The greatest griefs are silent.

I do believe that most men live lives of quiet desperation. For despair, optimism is the only practical solution. Hope is practical. Because eliminate that and it's pretty scary. Hope at least gives you the option of living.

There are millions of people living Thoreau's life of quiet desperation, and they do not have the language to escape from that desperation.

There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.

Modesty never rages, never murmurs, never pouts; when it is ill-treated, it pines, it beseeches, it languishes.

Genuine sorrows are very tranquil in appearance in the deep bed they have dug for themselves. But, seeming to slumber, they corrode the soul like that frightful acid which penetrates crystal.

You never know what battles people fight.

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

Safe Despair it is that raves- Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal.

The silence is perfect, and yet a torment.

Things that you might be embarrassed to tell a group about yourself - honestly, that's probably what the majority of the group is experiencing are those things that you keep quiet in your heart.