Quotes About Suffering

It was a fact. We knew it, we experienced it minute by minute—poor, hated, hungry. We are more than conquerors. Not "we shall be." We are! Life in Ravensbruck took place on two separate levels, mutually impossible. One, the observable, external life, grew every day more horrible. The other, the life we lived with God, grew daily better, truth upon truth, glory upon glory.

He hung naked on the cross. I had not known—I had not thought. . . . The paintings, the carved crucifixes showed at the least a scrap of cloth. But this, I suddenly knew, was the respect and reverence of the artist. But oh—at the time itself, on that other Friday morning—there had been no reverence. No more than I saw in the faces around us now.

In 1959 Corrie was part of a group that visited Ravensbruck, which was then in East Germany, to honor Betsie and the 96,000 other women who died there. There Corrie learned that her own release had been part of a clerical error; one week later all women her age were taken to the gas chamber.

Jesus can turn loss into glory.

Everything she'd believed had been a lie. And she'd never felt more alone in her life.

She sat on the toilet and cradled the miscarriage her husband beat out of her, as if it was alive. And her eyes were like an endless well where you could not see the bottom.

O, the sorrow of us all, to wander the earth in a shell. And looking to the heavens, we lay to rest in hell. The suffering of the innocent in the midst of Jacob's well. How the miles fled between us, and that distance is still great. Though on the same shore we now sit, in temporal quietude to wait. The moon is our bright witness; it will lead us to the gate.

Daniel seems to rise above the moon with a brilliance in his eyes. He steps toward the sea and screams, more in defiance than rage. "Mortality; O wretched death and mortality! Decay is a demon dream, schemed in symmetry. O, that death crucified might halt its talons, for all will ascend from the grave! Remember the fallen, the slain; their dust is our foundation. Consider their suffering and pain; for there lies a new creation.

A. W. Tozer, who said, "It is doubtful whether God can bless a man greatly until he has hurt him deeply.

Pain in the moment, and hope for the future. But sometimes the pain seems to yell, while hope only whispers.

Pause for a moment and prayerfully consider your response: What breaks your heart?

Fuimos creados para ser ejemplos vivientes del amor de Dios para un mundo que sufre.

that the brutes of the field don't feel pain like humans. That that's the price we pay for thinking.

Comforting to know that we're the species that feels the most pain.

He was a drunkard.

Empty in this dirt and flat on my back both hands gripped tightly and widely around my bare neck the truth of it all is i am very capable of love it's just that im not capable of letting you go and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes

Joining the ranks of some notables who had penned powerful stuff behind bars. Saint Paul, the apostle. John Bunyan. Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Martin Luther King Jr. But,

Joining the ranks of some notables who had penned powerful stuff behind bars. Saint Paul, the apostle. John Bunyan. Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Martin Luther King Jr.

My world fell away from me. Agony stabbed my chest.

Media is an assemblage of tools with which to expand an audience's conception of what "the world" is to such and extent that their own lives and capabilities seem utterly insignificant; a means of psychological warfare by which people are overloaded with information and desensitized to their own and others' suffering; the sum of all means by which human beings reduce the infinite complexity of reality to a dead-end maze of abstractions.

Pain is a beautiful thing. When you feel pain, you know you're alive.

Listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only the doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away the tears.

I mean, does anyone ever talk about why people are crossing? I can promise you it's not with some grand ambition to come here and ruin everything for the gringo chingaos. People are desperate, man.

side. "Not good," he replied, "but I'll live." "Well, quick now, get on Chancer while I see to Master Hogan," Drew whispered. As Whitley grabbed the horse by the reins, Drew scrambled over to the scout, who lay slumped in a bed of bracken. "Get gone," said the old ranger, barely audible. The color had drained from his face, and his lips were pale and bloodless.