Quotes About Suffering

We cannot change the hearts of those people of the South, but we can make war so terrible . . . [and] make them so sick of war that generations would pass away before they would again appeal to it."5

the Statue of Liberty, a gigantic copper reminder that this city was a grinding factory that diced the poor man's dreams worse than any cotton gin or sugarcane field from the old country.

Paul's suffering was neither corrective nor instructive. It was simply permitted by God so that the gospel might spread to others.

There is a man, playing a violin, and the strings are the nerves in his own arm...

Funboy: Pal, something is seriously wrong with you. The Crow: Atrocity has that effect on me.

one's capacity for happiness depends largely on how deeply one has suffered.

Iggy's spine tightened, his face like ice. When he'd been at the School, they'd tried to surgically enhance his night vision. Now he was blind forever. Oops.

Angel screeched with fury and despair to the empty walls around her. I'm human, do you hear me? It hurts!

Hell is a city much like Los Angeles

Let's show Dr. God what hell feels like.

A small, weak part that just wanted to be a little girl again, with a family that wasn't sick and broken. But that sure wasn't going to happen, was it?

I won't lie to you. I can't say why God would take her now. But if the fact that she was sent here among us doesn't point toward a loving God, then I can't help you.

waiting in hospitals is as close as we get to being in hell before our time

Human skin hisses like a rattlesnake when it burns.

Now I suddenly think that Sarkar, Tracy Anne, and I are most likely the only ones present who can tell exactly what has happened: Katra Kovac, nine months pregnant, has been slit open. Her baby has been taken. The procedure—it's a disgusting lie to confuse this butchery with the term C-section—has left the mother barely clinging to life. And the baby? Who in hell knows what has become of the baby, this baby who was literally ripped from its mother's womb.

His sneakers smacked against tree trunks. Bark raked the skin on his hands and face raw. Branches caught at his feathers, and he felt some get yanked out, but he didn't even wince. It felt good, the pain. He wanted more.

May God bless the Crosses.

believes in just as Carl collapses to the floor.

I could barely move my left arm, and it hurt like fire. I tried to stretch out my wing, only to suck my breath in hard as I found out it had been hit too. I couldn't see it well over my shoulder, but my big clue was the screaming pain. I was scraped all over, had lost my windbreaker, and, if I wasn't mistaken, I was sitting in a patch of poison ivy.

to hurt you, miss. That's the truth.

Until they quit kicking vets in the balls, it's time for everyone to feel what vets have suffered, what they still suffer.

raping and beating her

They cut her and cooked her and ate her up.

Unfortunately, however, I have too many desires to make a good Buddhist.