Quotes About Suffering

There are times when everything on earth spits out the stench of human blood

I portatori bravi tenevano le mani sui fianchi e si muovevano insieme, facendo oscillare la portantina al ritmo della bella e triste melodia suonata dai musici, per far capire che dietro ogni felicità si cela sempre una sofferenza.

Chi si sente colpevole, cerca sempre la redenzione" "Chi ha commesso una colpa non può e non ha il diritto di cercare la morte, deve vivere, sopportando la sofferenza, friggere come un pesce rivoltato nell'olio, cuocersi nel dolore, come una medicina nel calderone, per scontare la sua colpa, fino a quando sarà lavata e soltanto allora trovare pace nella morte".

Let the first act of every morning be to make the following resolve for the day: - I shall not fear anyone on Earth. - I shall fear only God. - I shall not bear ill will toward anyone. - I shall not submit to injustice from anyone. - I shall conquer untruth by truth. And in resisting untruth, I shall put up with all suffering.

I abhor vivisection with my whole soul. All the scientific discoveries stained with innocent blood I count as of no consequence.

I call him religious who understands the suffering of others.

No se puede pensar sobre el después cuando el ahora está inundado de dolor.

Oh, do not make me, by your harsh command, Complain to Heaven you ever were my father; Do not make wretched this poor life you gave me.

It was a queer feeling, exhausted but peaceful, as though her temperature had fallen for the first time after days of high fever. The end of something had been reached, the limit of some capacity for suffering.

It can weigh on your mind, if you think very hard about a horse's life." He might have meant anything, but what came into her own head was Alfred Logerwell beating his horse with a pipe, and her dad's horses, and other horses she had known, horses who were gaunt, thirsty, lame, wounded, broken-winded, frightened, discouraged.

I loved books. Loved reading. It not only gave me an escape from my own world, but opened a door into other worlds. It allowed me, at the beginning of my marriage, to suffer with some grace. As long as I had another world to go to, what did I care about how small and strange and terrifying my own life had gotten?

This is where I lived – she lived there, too. I could see it in her face. Her eyes. The way she carried herself. In the place between what we wanted and what we had. And this is where all the pain lived.

His uselessness ached. The

There are moment in life when one ceases to live and merely exists, when physical misery or discomfort become so great that they exclude all other sensations. One goes on, automatically, a body without a mind, like a tadpole, with no thought of the past or hope for the future. The present is eternity and fabricated of despair.

Out of the blood of my mother's heart, through the tears she poured out day and night, a sacrifice was offered up to you in my behalf, and you dealt with me in a wondrous way.

Oh, dio mio, se fossi un angelo del Signore segnerei con una croce le porte di casa dei miei figli, in modo da tener lontano le sventure e la malattia. Purtroppo, per quell'alto incarico mi mancano i requisiti, e quando avevo ancora un ruolo nelle loro vite sono stato impaziente, critico e punitivo. Sbagliando sempre tutto.

War always brings death and destruction and that can never be a good thing

[I]t seems as if pain were the prayer of the nerve for healthy blood.

De repente quiero que me clave una de las jeringuillas, para poder caer en un sueño profundo y no despertarme nunca, para no volver a sentir este dolor nunca más.

Suddenly I want him to stick one of the syringes into me so I can go into a deep sleep and never wake up and never feel this bad ever again.

Unleavened Bread... the emblem of the Israelites' suffering in Egypt and the symbol of the haste—that is, the joyous eagerness—which marked their departure. When we eat the Unleavened Bread on the Festival we, in a sense, eat the bread of sorrow with our toiling, suffering ancestors, and for the moment share the sorrow itself.

I can't tell you why God made you the way you are any more than I can tell you why he's planted a carcinoma in my stomach to make me die painfully while other men die peacefully in their sleep. The cogs of creation seem to slip all the time. Babies are born with two heads, mothers of families run crazy with carving knives, men die in plague, famine and thunderstorms. Why? Only God knows.

You are not born to peace, my friend. This is the first thing you must accept. You will not come to it, perhaps, till the day you die. Each of us has his own cross, you know, made and fitted to his reluctant shoulders.

Death a friend that alone can bring the peace his treasures cannot purchase, and remove the pain his physicians cannot cure.