In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The tortures of present death disturb him not, but the recollection of his fall, fills him with a holy sorrow.
There's been a lot of experience with torture in history. It doesn't work.
The purpose of torture is not getting information. It's spreading fear.
In the name of Hypocrites, doctors have invented the most exquisite form of torture ever known to man: survival.
In the name of Hippocrates, doctors have invented the most exquisite form of torture ever known to man: survival.
Whenever we condemn, we cloak the world in pain.
The reward of suffering is experience.
The torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul.
It's difficult to admit to ourselves that we suffer. We feel humiliated, like we should have been able to control our pain. If someone else is suffering, we like to tuck them away, out of sight. It's a cruel, cruel conditioning. There is no controlling the unfolding of life.
Not the torturer will scare me, nor the body's final fall, nor the barrels of death's rifles, nor the shadows on the wall, nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain, is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless, unfeeling world.