Quotes About Suffering

God has to take us into the valley and put us through fires and floods to batter us into shape, until we get to the point where He can trust us with the reality of the vision

The Cross was the place where God and sinful man merged with a tremendous collision and where the way to life was opened. But all the cost and pain of the collision was absorbed by the heart of God.

If through a broken heart God can bring His purposes to pass in the world, then thank Him for breaking your heart.

No healthy Christian ever chooses suffering; he chooses God's will, as Jesus did, whether it means suffering or not.

Leben ist Tun und Leiden. Je wissender der Mensch, desto tiefer sein seelisches Leid.

Hölle. Wer nicht glauben kann und sich doch danach sehnt, wer weiß, wie erbärmlich der Aufkläricht ist und ihn doch nicht loswird, der weiß auch, was Hölle ist. Wissend in den Unglauben verbannt zu sein.

Sure, it's going to kill a lot of people, but they may be dying of something else anyway.

Lice, rats, barbed wire, fleas, grenades, bombs, holes, bodies, blood, Schnapps, rats, cats, gas, guns, dirt, bullets, mortars, fire, steel: that's what war is. The Devil's work. Nothing but the work of the Devil!

A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.

Will you take me home with you ?" I ventured to ask, emboldened by his honest kind eyes. "I have no home," ho said mournfully, "otherwise I would. I sleep under bridge-arches, or doorways, or anywhere I can; where I am not hunted away" "But that must be very miserable?" "Yes, it is miserable. But there are tens of thousands of human creatures that do*the same. I must not complain.

A victory looks but a sorry thing to the boy conscript lying cramped, and bleeding, and crushed, and woe-begone in the ambulance wagon on the red evening-tide after the battle.

I wonder now that I did not die; but if everything died that is full of wretchedness, your world would soon have but a sparse peopling.

So, on the whole, it was well with them, very well; and Patrasche, meeting on the highway or in the public streets the many dogs who toiled from daybreak into nightfall, paid only with blows and curses, and loosened from the shafts with a kick to starve and freeze as best they might — Patrasche in his heart was very grateful to his fate, and thought it the fairest and the kindliest the world could hold.

Daily bread," muttered the handsome girl. "It's main and fine what He do gie us, niver a bit o' wheat-loaf mayhap for weeks and weeks togither 1" But she muttered it under her breath, and she did not dare let him hear it. I heard it; but then dogs hear and see a great many things to which men, in their arrogance and their stupidity, arc deaf and blind.

Death is less bitter punishment than death's delay.

An evil life is a kind of death.

When I slept outside in winter, it wasn't unusual for me to wake up blue in the face with icicles on my nose. In those days, there was no such thing as hypothermia.

The way I was boozing was a kind of suicide. It was only gonna be a matter of time.

The cross of Christ is the focal point of the gospel. It is the heart and soul of the gospel. Why? Because Christ's suffering and death on the cross, more than any other event in history, displays before our eyes the glory of God. There we see the love of God hidden in his wrath, the mercy of God concealed in his justice, and the grace of God displayed through the demands of his holiness. In addition, we see ourselves. We see the horror of our sin. We see our failings as God sees them.

Last time I saw you, I said that it hurt too much to love you. But I was wrong about that. The truth is it hurts too much not to love you.

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Suffer the dark, go to the light whenever it's there.

Por cada segundo que pasa sin que aspiremos a democratizar los lugares donde se decide lo importante, aumenta sin cesar el enriquecimiento privado ilegítimo y el sufrimiento gratuito de la gente corriente.

My brothers, my brother-in-laws, they're always telling me what a goodhearted guy I am. Well, you don't get goodhearted by accident. You get kicked around long enough you get to be a real professor of pain. I know exactly how you feel. And I also want you to know I'm having a very good time with you now and really enjoying myself. So you see, you're not such a dog as you think