Quotes About Suffering

knew as well as any American that America was shipping oil and scrap iron to Tokyo to bomb Chinese women and children.

You've been a cop long enough to know that sometimes bad things happen to good people. It's out of your control. You gotta let go or it will drive you nuts.

A merciful God must surely close his eyes in anguish against the barbaric will of man to main and butcher one another

Pain itself, as a pure experience, is something different from the anxiety attached to it.

Imagine every hideous and vile deed committed from the beginning of time until Christ's future return—heaped upon the pure and perfect Son of God. Bearing the sin of many, he drank the very cup of wrath he prayed would be taken from him. No other pain can compare to Christ's separation from his Father.

So sad," Victor said, "the things people will do to each other." Dan sat back against the seat cushion and let out a sharp breath.

I sensed it was finally safe to ask the question without seeming like an ingrate. God? Where were you? For 107 days where were you? Where were you in my unconsciousness and where were you in that hospital room when I wanted to feel your presence with fireworks and explosions of emotions and supernatural palpability? Where were you, God? [...] I was there, my child, [...] I was the peace, I was the breath, I was the comfort.

God bless us everyone We're a broken people living under loaded gun And it can't be outfoght It can't be outdone It can't out matched It can't be outrun No

Clutching my cure I tightly lock the door I try to catch my breath again I hurt much more Than anytime before I had no options left again

I'm losing what i don't deserve..

Animals are God's creatures, not human property, nor utilities, nor resources, nor commodities, but precious beings in God's sight.... Christians whose eyes are fixed on the awfulness of crucifixion are in a special position to understand the awfulness of innocent suffering. The Cross of Christ is God's absolute identification with the weak, the powerless, and the vulnerable, but most of all with unprotected, undefended, innocent suffering.

If the cross does provide us with a true picture of what God is like, it follows that God is a redeeming presence in all creaturely experiences of suffering. All innocent suffering will be transformed.

If tomorrow we decided only to desist from killing and causing suffering for sport and entertainment, the world would be significantly better for animals. Even this we have failed to achieve.

It was not living, it was vegetation. We longed for death.

Only the untouched, the well-fed and contented, could possibly covet suffering like a designer jacket.

Like so many of our neighbors who latched onto tragedy to stand out from the crowd -- slavery, incest, a suicide -- I had exaggerated the ethnic chip on my shoulder for effect. I've learned since that tragedy is not to be hoarded. Only the untouched, the well-fed and contented, could possibly covet suffering like a designer jacket. I'd readily donate my story to the Salvation Army so that some other frump in need of color could wear it away.

In the very instant of his birth, I associated Kevin with my own limitations—with not only suffering, but defeat.   Eva

take me less seriously.) 10. Paying the piper. (Parenthood repays a debt. But who wants to pay a debt she can escape? Apparently, the childless get away with something sneaky. Besides, what good is repaying a debt to the wrong party? Only the most warped mother could feel rewarded for her trouble by the fact that at last her daughter's life is hideous, too.) Those, as best I can recall, are the pygmy misgivings I weighed beforehand, and I've tried not to

How much kinder it would have been, to turn off, like an appliance. The gradual, drawn-out corruption of the body while its host was still trapped inside was a torture of a sort they would have contrived at Guantanamo, or Bergen-Belsen. Every old age was an Edgar Allan Poe story.

If we've learnt anything in our practice of medicine," Kay whispered, "it's that there may be a limit to how healthy and happy a person can get, but there's no limit to suffering. So they can always make our lives worse.

Shep's plight clearly illustrated that there was no point to anything and there was no relationship between virtue and reward and there never had been.

That was one thing you could say for a life of complications: it made for good stories, though someone had always suffered for them.

So where could they be going? Do they even know themselves? They are seeking adventure. They are looking for hours of intense suffering and happiness. For battle and conquest. Far from the refuges and popular summits, they want to revive in themselves the doubts and excitements of the first mountain pioneers.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.