Quotes About Suffering

O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee: Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry; For my soul is full of troubles...

The grief is coming now, she said to herself: He's beginning to know what suffering is. Perhaps that's good in a way. Even he. Perhaps that's good for a man—finally to know what suffering is, to know what a woman somehow knows almost from the day she's born.

I was feeling in my mind a sensation close to, but indescribably different from, actual pain.

Most people in the grip of depression at its ghastliest are, for whatever reason, in a state of unrealistic hopelessness, torn by exaggerated ills and fatal threats that bear no resemblance to actuality.

When you think of all the bad people - Poles, Germans, Russians, French, all nationalities - all these evil people who escaped, people who killed Jews who are alive right now. In Germany. And places like Argentina. And my father - this good man - who had to die! Isn't that enough to make you not believe in this God. Who can believe in God who turn His back on people like that?

pain may be inevitable but suffering is optional.

What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.

If this long island story of ours is to end at last, let it end only when each one of us lies choking in his own blood upon the ground.

I do not suppose that at any moment of history has the agony of the world been so great or widespread. Tonight the sun goes down on more suffering than ever before in the world.

I thought, the way to love is through suffering. Who had said that? Did it mean anything or was it just the usual talk?

He pushed her nails away from his eyes, accepting her bites as if they were no part of him. He pulled the cloth away from her throat, gripped it. Her screaming stopped. Her eyes started tears, died, grew big. She knew there was death, but life called her, sweet life, all the sweetness of youth, not yet gone. Dwight, the baronet, years of triumph, crying, dying.

These savage laws," Ross said, controlling his temper with the greatest difficulty. "These savage laws that you interpret without charity send a man to prison for feeding his children when they are hungry, for finding food where he can when it's denied him to earn it. The book from which you take your teaching, Dr. Halse, says that man shall not live by bread alone. These days you're asking men to live without even bread.

sigh, for her returning life was a tonic to his soul. Whatever she suffered, whatever loss came to her, she would throw it off, for it was not in her nature to go under. Although she was the woman and he a fierce and sometimes arrogant man, hers was the stronger nature because the more pliant. That did not mean that she did not feel Julia's death as deeply and as bitterly, but he saw that she would recover first.

I found the head nurse and asked her, and she said Dan has been flown back to America on account of they can take better care of him there. I asked her if he is okay, and she said, 'Yeah, if you can call two punctured lungs, a severed intestine, spinal separation, a missing foot, a truncated leg, and third degree burns over half the body okay, then he is just fine. I thanked her, and went on my way.

History, which, we are told, is mainly the record of the crimes, follies, and miseries of mankind

The sufferings and impoverishment of peoples might arrest their warfare, the collapse of the defeated might still the cannonade, but their hatreds continue unappeased and their quarrels are still unsettled.

Hard as are the tests of battle, the armies of all nations have withstood them. But here was the long gnawing strain of suffering much and talking more, of having little and doing nothing.

El olvido generoso tiende su velo, los tullidos se apartan y los seres dolientes se desvanecen en el triste crepúsculo de la memoria.

All the world over, nursing their scars Sit the old fighting men, broke in the wars; All the world over, surly and grim Mocking the lilt of the conqueror's hymn.' —RUDYARD KIPLING.

War is very cruel. It goes on for so long.

Pictures of heroism and triumph only tempt those who know nothing of the sufferings and terrors of war.

The peoples, transported by their sufferings and by the mass teachings with which they had been inspired, stood around in scores of millions to demand that retribution should be exacted to the full. Woe betide the leaders now perched on their dizzy pinnacles of triumph if they cast away at the conference table what the soldiers had won on a hundred blood-soaked battlefields.

No one expected a renewal of war in the lifetime of the generation that had known its horror and its squalors.

O sofrimento (capítulo três) não insulta o corpo. A morte chega com o sono. E vais sonhar que nem é preciso respirar, que o silêncio sem ar não é uma música má, pequeno como uma fagulha, a um toque te apagarás.