Quotes About Suffering

Riferito ai Muselmänner] Essi popolano la mia memoria della loro presenza senza volte, e se potessi racchiudere in un'immagine tutto il male del nostro tempo, sceglierei questa immagine, che mi è familiare: un uomo scarno, dalla fronte china e dalle spalle curve, sul cui volto o nei cui occhi non si posso leggere traccia di pensiero. Se i sommersi non hanno storia, e una sola e ampia è la via della perdizione, le vie della salvazione sono invece molte, aspre ed impensate.

Se è vero che non c'è maggior dolore che ricordarsi del tempo felice nella miseria, è altrettanto vero che rievocare un'angoscia ad animo tranquillo, seduti quieti alla scrivania, è fonte di soddisfazione profonda.

Alas for the dreamer : the moment of consciousness that accompanies the awakening is the acutest of sufferings. But it does not often happen to us, and they are not long dreams. We are only tired beasts.

Si può credersi o dichiararsi angosciati per un motivo, ed esserlo per tutt'altro: credere di soffrire davanti al futuro, e soffrire invece per il proprio passato; credere di soffrire per gli altri, per pietà, per com-passione, e soffrire invece per motivi nostri, più o meno profondi, o meno confessabili e confessati; talvolta cosi profondi che solo lo specialista, l'analista delle anime, li sa disseppellire.

Ay de quien sueña: el momento de conciencia que acompaña al despertar es el sufrimiento más agudo

I cannot stop anyone from making wrong choices. I can only help them make the right ones." There was deep sadness in Ruwach's tone, rooted in love, as if he would have done anything to prevent Brianna from suffering the consequences of her choice.

And I think that if you are lucky enough to give and receive love, then you can be happy in the face of suffering. I was talking to a friend about this and we decided that maybe heaven is just that...love. And that heaven exists on a day-to-day basis within people. When they give and receive love, that's a little slice of heaven.

Îi dau de lucruu minÈ›ii È™i-mi am?gesc durerea A' mele suferinÈ›e îcerc s? mi le-nÈ™el!

Ai de mi, que l'amor no hi ha cap herba que el curi i les arts que a tothom fan profit no en fan al seu amo!

Ii dau de lucru mintii si-ami amagesc durerea A' mele suferinte incerc sa mi le-nsel.

J'appelle cela martyre pour la peine et adversité que je souffre en prison et ne sais si j'en souffrirai de plus grande. Mais je m'en remets de tout à notre Seigneur.

Nous sommes tous perdus, car c'est une bonne et sainte personne qui à été brulée.

El hecho de que unos creen arte mientras otros padecen, ¿no es una prueba escandalosa de la injusticia del mundo? ¿Cómo pueden concordar entre sí el sollozo del mundo y el canto del arte?

Better blind in Hell than speechless in Heaven. —

You know nothing of war. War is dark. Black as pitch. It is not a God. It does not laugh or weep. It rewards neither skill nor daring. It is not a trial of souls, not the measure of wills. Even less is it a tool, a means to some womanish end. It is merely the place where the iron bones of the earth meet the hollow bones of men and break them.

Where hard life makes some maudlin to the point of weeping at mere memory, it grants others a curious immunity to suffering. Like the slaves who work the charcoal pits, their skin grows hardened to the pinch of fire and coals, insensible to burning things.

when the world denies us over and over, when it punishes us as it's punished you, Serwë, it becomes difficult to understand the meaning. All our pleas go unanswered. Our every trust is betrayed. Our hopes are all crushed. It seems we mean nothing to the world. And when we think we mean nothing, we begin to think we are nothing.

You hoard your pain because the more you suffer, the more the world becomes an outrage. You weep because weeping has become evidence. 'See what you've done to me!' you cry. And you hold court night after night, condemning the circumstances that have condemned you by reliving your anguish. You torment yourself, Leweth, in order to hold the world accountable for your torment.

Life is rarely easy, but, with Christ our King, it is always good.

HAD TO KILL THEM I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE LUCY K I

I lifted one foot from the brackish water, and the bunny slippers were soaked and drooped pathetically. Even the fangs seemed robbed of any charm. Don't worry, I told it. Someone will pay for your suffering. Heavily. With screaming. I felt I should repeat it for the other slipper, in case there should be any bad feelings between the two. One should never create tension between ones's footwear. --POV is Myrnin, page 221

I never meant it, he was saying. Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it, seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something... What do I do? What can I do...?

There were so many layers of reality to the world. Nothing stopped for death; nothing stopped for grief or horror or tragedy.

Don't worry...Someone will pay for your suffering. Heavily. With screaming.