Quotes About Suffering

The godly have some good in them, therefore the devil afflicts them; and some evil in them, therefore God afflicts them.

The best people often have terrible lives. Job is one example, and Jesus—the ultimate 'Job,' the only truly, fully innocent sufferer — is another.

How could a good, all-powerful God allow suffering?

I don't doubt that God can bring good out of tragedies, but the Bible is clear that God is not the author of evil!

O you who have borne even heavier things, to these too, God will grant an end!

Thank God when He lays a burden on thee, and thank Him when He takes it off.

This is God's universal purpose for all Christian suffering: more contentment in God and less satisfaction in the world.

if there is a god, he sure hates people

To choose suffering makes no sense at all; to choose God's will in the midst of our suffering makes all the sense in the world.

It is not possible that a just God should forgive people who are wicked because another person who was good endured agony by being nailed to a cross.

If indeed the death of a child is part of a larger plan, you wonder if God ever considered a smaller plan.

God is to be recognized in all that exists, all that is charming, suffering, blooming or drooping.

In the Christian faith, God really puts suffering front and center. He doesn't get squeamish about it.

Still to the sufferer comes, as due from God, a glory that to suffering owes its birth.

Whom God would use greatly He will hurt deeply.

... here, where the gaze is stopped everywhere, the whole earth is designed so that the face turns upward and the gaze implores. Oh! I hate this world where we are reduced to God.

We stood and watched as God abandoned us, and then we did the best we could.

God forbids suicide, and is unwilling that his creatures should destroy themselves.

God is always good and we are always loved... even when what He gives may appear ugly.

This suffering, this unspeakable capacity to bleed and to know pain and to know annihilation, is what has to be overcome in this world if anyone is to reach God.

I who was a house full of bowel movement, I who was a defaced altar, I who wanted to crawl toward God could not move nor eat bread.

For forty days, for forty nights Jesus put one foot in front of the other and the man he carried, if it was a man, became heavier and heavier.

Please God, we're all right here. Please leave us alone. Don't send death in his fat red suit and his ho-ho baritone.

Misfortune was my god.