Quotes About Suffering

she wasn't sure if she was even that enthusiastic a fan of God anymore. He seemed to have dropped the ball a long time ago. Appalling things happened to children, across the world, every single day. It was inexcusable.

So why didn't you put up with it before? Why didn't you turn yourself in before I even knew you?

occurred to her that there were so many levels of evil in the world. Small evils like her own malicious words. Like not inviting a child to a party. Bigger evils like walking out on your wife and newborn baby or sleeping with your child's nanny. And then there was the sort of evil of which Madeline had no experience: cruelty in hotel rooms and violence in suburban homes and little girls being sold like merchandise, shattering innocent hearts. "I

It could have been so much worse. He rarely hit her face. She'd never broken a limb or needed stitches. Her bruises could always be kept secret with a turtleneck or sleeves or long pants. He would never lay a finger on the children. The boys never saw. It could be worse. Oh, so much worse. She'd read the articles about proper domestic violence victims. That was terrible. That was real. What Perry did didn't count.

nothing truly hurts until it happens to you. Most of all, to your child.

Have you heard the phrase 'hitting rock bottom'?" she said. She didn't wait for an answer. I noticed her voice had changed subtly. She was speaking in her "professional" voice. "It's something that happens to addicts when they finally break down in every way possible: physically, spiritually, emotionally.

You think terrible things happened on the battlefields, but terrible things happened in ordinary suburban homes.

Everything felt too hard,' John-Paul had said. 'Going to sleep forever just seemed like an easier option.

If only you were born a hundred years ago, when you could have gone through days of natural labour before bleeding naturally to death,

there was real pain in the world, right this very moment people were suffering unimaginable atrocities and you couldn't close your heart completely, but you couldn't leave it wide open either, because otherwise how could you possibly live your life, when through pure, random luck you got to live in paradise? You had to register the existence of evil, do the little that you could, and then close your mind and think about new shoes.

Those who have experienced traumatic events speak about their profound realizations of the importance of kindness, the power of love and their appreciation for what remains. It appears that this level of insight often comes from suffering.

I search, but never find. Hurt, but never cry. I work and forever tired.

I'm getting really tired of bleeding. Someone stop the world, I want to get off.

Dru Anderson: You should wear some gloves. Graves: Ruins the image. Dru Anderson: You'll goddamn well freeze to death. Graves: Hey, we've got to suffer for beauty. Chicks don't go for guys in gloves. Dru Anderson: How would you know? Graves: I know. You never said if you liked shooting pool. Dru Anderson: I don't, but I'll beat your ass at it, okay? Graves: Fine. If you can. Dru.

God and Hell both damn it,

There was a hole inside her, and it twisted.

My head felt like it was going to crack down the middle, like some demented dwarf was driving glass pins through my brain.

Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.

War is hell and waiting is hell and war is waiting.

I hate Boston. Nothing but pain in Boston.

My body aches from my throat to my groin. I want him to slide his fingers into my bathing suit and make all the heaviness and misery go away. I feel like a hag in a fairy tale, waiting to be made young and supple again.

Gatan och husen med sina stora tomter blir alldeles suddiga. "Han bara sprängde mig i bitar. Jag vet inte ens var jag ska få tag i bultarna och skruvarna. Jag trodde alltid om det någon gång skulle bli så att jag inte höll tillbaka någonting utan blottade mitt hjärta ..." Resten lyckas jag bara få ur mig i form av ett kvidande. "Vilket jag gjorde. Jag gjorde det den här gången och det var ändå inte nog.

His interest lay in experiencing, in doing. Thinking was derivative. Dull. The opposite of living. Whereas she suffered through the humidity and the sago and the lack of plumbing only for the thinking.

We all lose our cammin." "It's so physical. It feels like my body is rejecting me". Pg 275.