Quotes About Suffering

She is one of those people who have found serenity because they have never tried to dodge suffering.

I didn't appreciate the young woman that I was, or my young beauty, because I was so obsessed with the fact that I felt fat. It's never good to add to anybody else's suffering. It's an important topic to really get the gravity and the importance of - dealing with dignity.

If you're suffering and in pain, ask the Lord to touch your life in a new and special way. Open your heart to the message of love freely given. By embracing the true meaning of the season, you'll find transformation and healing.

We must move from asking God to take care of the things that are breaking our hearts, to praying about the things that are breaking His heart.

If love was a choice, who would ever choose such exquisite pain?

There are always two people involved in cruelty, aren't there? One to be vicious and someone to suffer! And what's the use of getting rid of - of wickedness, say - in the outside world if you let it creep back into things from inside you?

You don't adopt a single child, you adopt the pain of the world. It's a litmus test of your incapacity.

Privi?i din spate, oamenii duc greutatea destinului lor, ca ?i cum, în partea din ei în?i?i pe care n-o pot vedea, s-ar înghesui toate suferin?ele, necazurile, speran?ele, individuale ?i cele ale tuturor genera?iilor precedente care parc? se înver?uneaz? împotriva ultimului martor, îl împing în fa??, dar între timp par s? râd? de el, de înfrângerea pe care o va suferi.

How can this beautiful world contain such ugliness as I have seen?

Death, taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them.

What happiness is there which is not purchased with more or less of pain?

The Little War? How can there be a little war? Are some deaths smaller than others, leaving mothers who weep a little less?

You still eat away at me, more and more, insatiably. I'm stupid, I let you do it. But you're stupid, too. You don't realize that by eating me you're poisoning yourself,

petrified morsels hacked out of living pain

Consider, o consider the lowly mole. His small hands are sore and his snout bleedeth.

Oversensitivity is the silent cause of all suffering. —Anonymous

Aside from the privilege of actually being white, they had been denied the privilege of freely yielding to depression, of flaunting neurosis as a mark of social and psychic complexity. A privilege that was glorified in the literature of white female suffering and resistance. A privilege Good Negro Girls had been denied by our history of duty, obligation, and discipline

He was fine, and foreign, and he did not belong here. I held him close, not crushing, not waking him, letting him sleep, and I suffered. I had never felt such feelings before. I would do anything for him; I would do anything. Anything that was asked of me, that would increase his happiness or health, I would do, and willingly. So I told myself, rocking him, the winter sky white at the window.

She gave her name as "Olivino," recalled her father's surname as "Oatman" and said she'd had six siblings, mentioning Lucy and Lorenzo by name. She identified her abductors as Apaches. Asked if they had treated her well, she said, "No. They whipped me." In response to the same question about the Mohaves, she "seemed pleased," noted Burke, and answered, "Very well.

Marguerite Porete

During the earliest attacks of Fear and intense unreality, I sometimes uttered these unconscious and shocking words: 'I should prefer to escape into madness to avoid this consuming fear.' Alas, I did not know what I was saying. In my ignorance I believed that madness was a state of insensibility where there was neither pain nor suffering nor joy, but particularly, no responsibility. Never, for one instant, has I even imagined what 'to lose one's reason' actually meant.

Nailed to the beloved body like a slave to a cross, I have learned some secrets of life which are now dimmed in my memory by the operation of the same law which ordains that the convalescent, once cured, ceases to understand the mysterious truths laid bare by illness, and that the prisoner, set free, forgets his torture, or the conqueror, his triumph passed, forgets his glory.

Maybe it only hurt so much because my body was in a solid state . . . I always tried to keep up appearances, and yet at the same time the thing I really wanted, the one thing I truly desired, was my liquefaction.

Maybe we're brokenhearted, but why isn't it rational to have a broken heart? It is utter shit out there, the things you can't control. The world is full of wrongs, and mess and distress and horror. Who can really be blamed for wanting to dig their way down and live in a hole, or disappear into a cave and never be around humans again? If all people do is hurt each other?