Quotes About Suffering

There's a difference between pain and suffering. You're going to have to feel pain—everyone feels pain at times—but you don't have to suffer so much. You're not choosing the pain, but you're choosing the suffering.

There's a difference between pain and suffering," Wendell says. "You're going to have to feel pain—everyone feels pain at times—but you don't have to suffer so much. You're not choosing the pain, but you're choosing the suffering.

But their suffering doesn't mitigate yours." "Suffering doesn't make me special. Sooner or later, life knocks everyone down. It's how you deal with the knocks and dings that matter.

The price you pay for waltzing with the devil is residing in hell.

He was suddenly aware of the pain rampaging through him. "Where's Swindler?" "Here." He crouched beside Sterling. "We got the boy." Sterling grabbed his shirt, then cursed himself as he fell backward, bringing Swindler with him. "Never make her cry." He didn't know if Swindler nodded, because his entire world went black.

You don't know how loud the silence is or how deeply it cuts.

If you have no more happiness to give me, / Well then! you still have your pain.

confiscated, were subjected to torture, and were even killed.

Victory over our hurts and pain is not found by delving deeper into our wounds, but by clinging to the wounds of Jesus.

When we suffer, it's always for somebody's saving—that issue is always hanging in the balance. It's not all about me; it's all about Jesus becoming known in this broken world.

ways. Most often, the trials we are walking through today are preparing us for a greater role in God's unfolding story.

My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn.

Sa bouche à nouveau saignait à neuf.

Consider, children ... the pain of touching the tip of your finger to your mother's stove, even for a fraction of a second. That is an experience which most of you have suffered. Now try to imagine that pain, not simply on a fingertip but spread over the whole surface of your body, and not for a mere second, but everlastingly. That, children, is hellfire.

Not the least of the hardships to which the dying are subject is the visitation of their loved ones. The poor darlings, God bless them, may feel every impulse to condole and console, but their primary sensation is nonetheless one of embarrassment in the presence of the unspeakable and a guilty gratitude that it is not yet their fate.

It is impossible to say precisely what will constitute the punishment of the wicked. Positively, it may be said that they will be totally deprived of the divine favor, will experience an endless disturbance of life, will suffer positive pains in body and soul, and will be subject to pangs of conscience, anguish, despair, and weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Most people die at the last minute; others twenty years beforehand, some even earlier. They are the wretched of the earth.

Most people die at the last minute others 20 years beforehand, some even earlier. They are the wretched of the earth.

Zo ging het leven onafgebroken en eentonig voort, als met een zenuwachtig egoïstisch materialisme: er werd geleden en er daalde geen algemeen rouwfloers neer op de wereld; er werd geleden en toch bleef alles het zelfde en lachte men, sliep men, at men rondom dat leed.

Groote God, wat was het ellendig... dat aftakelen, dat oud worden, dat zich voortslepen van de dagen, de jaren; wat was het ellendig, dat alles wat je kreeg van het leven, je betalen moest met je jonge dagen eerst, en later met je oudere jaren - als was het leven een bank, waarop je wissels trok, - als was je bestaan een kapitaal, waarvan je leefde, en nooit spaarde een cent - zoodat, als je dood zoû zijn, je ook alles en alles verspild had...

Lijden is het grootste geven. Te geven aan wie men liefheeft, het leed van zijn lijdende ziel, is de grootste gift, die te geven is.

Clients with painful experiences and frightening symptoms are accustomed to living in a world where others avoid and reject them. Our ability to remain empathically connected to them through the expression of their suffering sets the stage for therapy to be a qualitatively different relationship experience–one where they are accepted, pain and all.

I had taken the Bird's daily beatings at Omori, and then at Naoetsu. I had to. I never complained. I just got knocked down, bled, got up, got knocked down, bled, got up. I expected it. I wouldn't let it get me down. Sometimes it took me two days to recover, but I always had a positive attitude. Steely, but positive. No way would he break me.

I tell you I cannot bear it! I shall do something desperate if this life is not changed soon. It gets worse and worse, and I often feel as if I'd gladly sell my soul to Satan for a year of freedom.