Quotes About Suffering

Cuántas veces, en el curso de nuestras vidas, ocurre que el mal que procuramos evitar, y que nos parece terrible cuando nos enfrentamos a él, resulta el verdadero camino de nuestra salvación, el único a través del cual podemos librarnos de nuestras desgracias.

Aber, sprach sie noch immer lächelnd, dieser Verdienst kann dir nicht Nahrung und Kleider schaffen, wer wird denn dem kleinen Fräulein die Kleider kaufen?

L'attesa di un male è un supplizio assai più grave del male stesso, soprattutto se non abbiamo la possibilità di scuoterci di dosso quell'ansia tormentosa.

I had, even in this miserable condition, been comforted with the knowledge of Himself, and the hope of His blessing: which was a felicity more than sufficiently equivalent to all the misery which I had suffered, or could suffer.

These regions very likely underlie what traditional texts see as the root causes of suffering—attachment and aversion—where the mind becomes fixated on wanting something that seems rewarding or on getting rid of something unpleasant.

There is much to be said for the constructive contribution to creative and spiritual life; suffering can temper the soul.

There is much to be said for the constructive contribution of suffering to creative and spiritual life; suffering can temper the soul.

humans the prefrontal cortex takes up a larger ratio of the brain's top layer, the neocortex, than in any other species, and has been the site of the major evolutionary changes that make us human. This neural zone, as we will see, holds the seeds of awakening to enduring well-being, but it is also entwined with emotional suffering. We can envision wonderful possibilities, and we also can be disturbed by worrisome

Everyone on earth would never starve and forever find love and happiness, since we won, but if we'd lost, they would have gouged out our eyes and thrown us naked onto hot coals and poisonous snakes for all the cheering and hugging at the end, strangers hugging like the end of The Omega Virus when Steve Sturmine finds the antidote.

Me, a nothingness zombie in a nothingness box in a nothingness hell.

You see that bottle?" I told him I had wondered about it when we came into his office. "Well, how many people do you know who are prepared to take a grown man into his arms and let him nurse with the bottle? And take the chance of having the patient urinate or defecate all over him? You look surprised. You can't understand it, can you, from way up there in your research ivory tower? What do you know about being shut out from every human experience as our patients have been?

As I drove out of Warren, I didn't know what to think. The feeling of cold grayness was everywhere around me - a sense of resignation. There had been no talk of rehabilitation, of cure, of someday sending these people out into the world again. No one had spoken of hope. The feeling was of living death - or worse, of never having been fully alive and knowing. Souls withered from the beginning, and doomed to stare into the time and space of every day.

Sappiamo che un mondo senza dolore è un mondo senza sentimento... ma un mondo senza sentimento è un mondo senza dolore.

I didn't know what to tell her.I wished I could say that like the House of Atreus or Cadmus we were suffering for the sinesof our forefathers, or fulfilling an ancient Greek oracle.But I had no answer for her, or for myself.

One of the causes of our suffering comes from the presence, in the deepest part of ourselves, of a kind of nostalgia for unity that sometimes surfaces with great force not only during infancy and adolescence but also in adulthood.

The classic trilogy—sex, power, money—requires a great deal of determination, a great deal of energy from its adepts. You have to be ready to suffer until the time comes when you have become desensitized. If this force becomes conscious of itself, of its real and deep desire, it will realize that these three passions are only masks, merely distorted translations of a deeper need, the need to be loved and recognized.

A castaway in the sea was going down for the third time when he caught sight of a passing ship. Gathering his last strength, he waved frantically and called for help. Someone on board peered at him scornfully and shouted back, Get a boat!

And this thought is a question: Why? "Why, why, why, why, why, why?" the tiger asks itself hour after hour, day after day, year after year, as it treads its endless path behind the bars of its cage. It cannot analyze the question or elaborate on it. If you were somehow able to ask the creature, "Why what?" it would be unable to answer you.

I don't think there's any loneliness greater than the loneliness to be found in a bad marriage. In solitary confinement, everyone knows you're lonely and feels sorry for you. In a bad marriage loneliness is your darkest secret, one you dare not even share with your spouse.

Your sufferings must be borne, for you suffer in the cause of good. See how great we have become! ...Though your groans fill the air, isn't it sweeter to live in our own hands than in the hands of the gods?

This wasn't life, of course. This was life support. This was what the medical world had fashioned to take the place of Purgatory.

The psalmist cries, "If an enemy were insulting me, I could endure it; if a foe were raising himself against me, I could hide from him. But it is you, a man like myself, my companion, my close friend, with whom I once enjoyed sweet fellowship as we walked with the throng at the house of God."

God wants us to know that life is a series of beginnings, not endings. Just as graduations are not terminations, but commencements. Creation is an ongoing process, and when we create a perfect world where love and compassion are shared by all, suffering will cease.

As long as greed is stronger than compassion, there will always be suffering.