Quotes About Suffering

A plantation was a plantation; one might think one's misfortunes distinct, but the true horror lay in their universality.

For the greatest of tragedies I am destined to endure, I thank you for gifting them All to me.

No matter how horrible, painful and terrifying past events may be, they were meant to happen for a reason and from an origin beyond our comprehension.

Your pain defines you. Furthermore, those who are cushioned from pain are further from their truth than any other soul.

Love of justice is for most men only the courage to suffer injustice.

Haciendo algunas reflexiones rápidas sobre el carácter del infantil creador, que debía aún, ¡ay!, durante mucho tiempo, hacer sufrir a la humanidad (la eternidad es larga), bien con las crueldades ejercidas o bien con el innoble espectáculo de los chancros que produce un gran vicio, cerré los ojos, como un hombre ebrio, al pensar que tenía tal ser por enemigo, y reemprendí, con tristeza, mi camino por el dédalo de calles.

Qui donc, sur la tête, me donne des coups de barre de fer, comme un marteau frappant l'enclume?

Une fois dehors, il aperçoit dans les airs une forme noirâtre, aux ailes brûlées, qui dirige péniblement son vol vers les régions du ciel. Ils se regardent tous les deux, pendant que l'ange monte vers les hau-teurs sereines du bien, et que lui, Maldoror, au contraire, descend vers les abimes vertigineux du mal...

Who do you say that I am?" "You are the Christ." And we will confess. And we will do it joyously. And the world will snarl at us. And they will hate us the more. They will belittle us and say we are a bunch of kooks and idiots and antiquated fools. And we, like the apostles punished for speaking the name of Jesus in Jerusalem, will suffer with joy, and we will shout it all the louder. "There is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.

The suffering of my enemies will be a feast to the spirits. When I am old, I will remember the tears they have shed and it will ease my bones.

For us, luck is a trifle over which, in human life, it passes just like that. We try and suffer because, thanks to that, we know that we are alive.

Life has ways to turn and curve in a way you don't expect. But, I wouldn't want to be different, no matter the suffering it brings. Too many futures have already been decided; it's good we can't now every detail because life would have been grey and it would turn in a boring kind of death

War does not ask which of its victims deserves to die and which does not. It is indiscriminate. Innocent as well as guilty fall before it.

She was beautiful and cruelly abused and defiant, and she burned his eyes.

Jung has pointed out that bitterness and wisdom form a pair of opposites. "Where there is bitterness, wisdom is lacking, and where wisdom is, there can be no bitterness." Tears, sorrow, and disappointment are bitter, he says. But wisdom is the comforter in suffering.

o que mais nos faz sofrer talvez seja justamente a relevância excessiva que atribuímos à nossa presença no mundo, pois essa relevância é a pedra de fundação de todas nossas obstinadas repetições, é graças a ela que insistimos em ser sempre "iguais a nós mesmos" (sendo que, no caso, essa expressão não tem um sentido positivo).

So what you face is a month of being absolutely wide awake, on an operating table and being operated on without anesthetic, while doing some of the hardest work that mankind has ever found.

In the life of every believer, there is conformity to Christ's suffering, a participation in Christ that inevitably includes the elements of self-denial, shame, and loss.

What is striking about this passage is that the present age is typified by suffering, not only on the part of believers, but also on the part of the whole creation that 'travails' until the time of deliverance.

You must let suffering speak, if you want to hear the truth

what is cruelty but the giving of pain in the taking of pleasure?

Human beings shouldn't have to enter such doors, shouldn't have to stay behind them. No moon ever entered there, no stars, no anything at all. They were worse than the grave, for in the grave is an absence of consciousness. And God, she reflected, ordered the grave for all of us; but God didn't order such burrows in a third-class New York City Hotel.

Do you know what hurts so very much? It's love. Love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is blocked that means pain. There are two things we can do when this happens. We can kill that love so that it stops hurting. But then of course part of us dies, too. Or we can ask God to open up another route for that love to travel.

Surely there is no more wretched sight that the human body unloved and uncared for.