Quotes About Suffering

Lo, gold, lapis lazuli, silver, and turquoise, Carnelian, amethyst, ibht- stone and Are strung on the necks of female slaves. Noblewomen roam the land. Ladies say, "We want to eat!" Lo, noblewomen, Their bodies suffer in rags, Their hearts shrink from greeting [each other]. Lo, chests of ebony are smashed.

Lo, great and small say, 'I wish i were dead' Little children say, "He should not have made me live!" Lo, children of nobles are dashed against wails, Infants are put out on high ground.

Ladies suffer like maidservants.

Had I raised my voice at that time, To save me from the pain I am in!

We are wasting time, pleads Greta, by passing this burden, this sack of stones, from one to the next, by pushing our pain away. We mustn't do this. We mustn't play Hot Potato with our pain. Let's absorb it ourselves, each of us, she says. Let's inhale it, let's digest it, let's process it into fuel.

the twin pillars that guard the entrance to the shrine of religion are storytelling and cruelty.

It's hard to grieve in a town where everything that happens is God's will. It's hard to know what to do with your emptiness when you're not supposed to have emptiness.

The truth is, I don't have a catchy method of conversing and yet unfortunately suffer of a minute to minute basis the agony of the unexpressed thought.

Fünf Minuten im Garten Eden sind besser als ein ganzes Leben in der Hölle.

On, narode, sve?e, mu?eni?e! Zašto putuješ u tre?oj klasi? I zašto uop?e putuješ? Zaustavi vlak! Okreni ga da te vozi kamo ti ho?eš. A ne kamo on ho?e. Skreni ga sa kolosijeka - nek' te vozi k sre?i! Što se mu?iš i patiš?

I ptice padaju umorne i ne lete vje?no. Zašto da ljudi neprekidno lebde iznad svog dostojanstva?

Godinama živio sam u našem smrdljivom zvjerinjaku gotovo gluhonijem, pritajen i povu?en u sebe kao puž i pravi puzavac (...)

The principle cannot be denied: the fiercer the struggle against the injustice you suffer, the blinder you will be to the injustice you inflict. We tend to translate the presumed wrongness of our enemies into an unfaltering conviction of our own rightness.

All sufferers can find comfort in the solidarity of the Crucified; but only those who struggle against evil by following the example of the Crucified will discover him at their side. To claim the comfort of the Crucified while rejecting his way is to advocate not only cheap grace but a deceitful ideology.

Parece, ou melhor, é que às vezes as coisas acontecem para lá da nossa compreensão, minha querida, e a realidade injusta é que esses eventos, sendo tão ilógicos para nós, destituídos de qualquer razão que lhes possamos atribuir, são exactamente o que são e infelizmente, nada mais, e acredito, acredito mesmo que essa é a ideia mais difícil com que todos nós temos de viver.

Pain is a companion, not a master.

When they call the slightest spending reductions 'painful', we will say 'If government spending prevents pain, why are we suffering so much of it?' And 'If you want to experience real pain, just stay on the track we are on.'

To me, the most blatant example of cruelty to animals is the rotisserie. It's just a really morbid Ferris wheel for chickens.

than the death of God the Son on the cross. Each and every sin, no matter how heinous or shameful, can be forgiven. Therefore, by his suffering and death, Christ can reconcile everyone who believes in the power of that saving death, turns to him in faith, and asks for forgiveness for sins and reconciliation

death of God the Son on the cross. Each and every sin, no matter how heinous or shameful, can be forgiven. Therefore, by his suffering and death, Christ can reconcile everyone who believes in the power of that saving death, turns to him in faith, and asks for forgiveness

People in America get up and go to their nine-to-five jobs every day and are oblivious to all these battles and wars and people dying every minute all over the world. This is life. This is how other countries live. This is a daily occurrence in some places.

Lieutenant Commander David Tarantino, MD, hurt, sore, pungent as an ashcan, limped several blocks to a Metro rail station. He paid the fare and boarded a train toward home. As he reflected on all that he'd seen and done, Dave noticed a woman staring at him from a few seats away. She studied his scrapes and bruises, the burns on his hands. Her gaze worked its way down his torn, stained uniform to his ruined shoes.

The act of giving voice to this spiritual suffering is, in my view, the sacred duty of the writer.

My grandmother once told me that while there is no suffering a person cannot endure, there is plenty of good fortune one can never hope to enjoy. I believe that.