Quotes About Suffering

that we are not surprised to find John Paul II mentioning euthanasia and the last instants of life and praising "the person who voluntarily accepts suffering and forgoes treatment to reduce pain in order to retain all his lucidity and, if he is a believer, to take part in the Lord's Passion," even if–and the concession is important–such "heroic" behavior "cannot be considered a duty for everyone.

Por qué la música es capaz de ir al fondo del dolor? Porque es allí donde ella mora.

Ele tinha a impressão de ser um pedaço de gelo que as correntes levavam para onde queriam. Mantinha a cabeça virada para a margem. Olhava a charneca na aurora onde começava a nascer e a errar a bruma. Respirava com dificuldade.

Croyez-vous qu'il n'y ait pas de souffrance à être du vent ? Quelquefois ce vent porte jusqu'à nous des bribes de musique. Quelquefois la lumière porte jusqu'à vos regards des morceaux de nos apparences.

Paul, ¿te acuerdas de que cuando estabas tan mal, antes de que comenzases el psicoanálisis, decías que quienes no plantan cara a su dolor se condenan a padecerlo sin fin?

he's beginning to understand that grief doesn't strike bargains. There's no way of avoiding the agony—or even of getting through it faster. It's got him in its claws and it won't let go till he's learnt every lesson it has to teach.

nothing could easily erase the vision of Alice, crawling with lice, or Mama, eyes clenched shut under one more indignity, one more reminder of who we were, and what we had lost.

And it still goes on. And we still turn away.

Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.

When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children

They were both just too beautiful for the worlds they were cast down into.

human suffering is the price we pay for freedom—our own, and the freedom of others. We are free to make mistakes, free to be cruel or kind, free to hurt or help one another. We are free in a dangerous world;

God doesn't take things away to be cruel. He takes things away to make room for other things. He takes things away to lighten us. He takes things away so we can fly.

Often and again, the troops around Richmond were without beef — once for twelve days at a time; they were often without flour, molasses or salt, living for days upon cornmeal alone! and the ever-ready excuse was want of transportation!

Bread made of inferior flour, which was occasionally sour, was issued. The meat was rusty bacon or beef-neck. Twice in one year we had good cuts of beef, but it was so far decayed as to be offensive. Occasionally we had a few worm-eaten peas, and twice I saw some small potatoes . . . . Rats were caught in and about the sinks, and sold freely. The slop-barrels were raked, and bread-crusts were fished out, to be dried in the sun and eaten.

When a man is on the verge of passing out from pain, it seemed wrong to notice how beautiful he was.

She was comfortable enough that she was beginning to suffer from the most chronic condition of slavery— boredom.

Shut up," I said fiercely and very quietly because the sound of his voice sent sharp, arcing lightning rods of pain from my eyes all the way through my skull.

They may not even realize that they are being verbally abused nor how it is impacting them. A person who has been slammed with verbal abuse may feel like giving up, like dying. Their emotional pain and mental anguish may be so great they self-medicate with drugs or alcohol. They may have had no name for what they suffered. 4. Over time, verbal abuse compromises the immune system of anyone it targets. Any illness brought on or exacerbated by stress can lead to an early death.

I ask Ama why. "Why," I say, "must women suffer so?" "This has always been our fate," she says. "Simply to endure," she says, "is to triumph.

she is bent under the weight of her burden

This affliction--hope--is so cruel and stubborn, I believe it will kill me

I have been beaten here, locked away, violated a hundred times and a hundred times more. I have been starved and cheated, tricked and disgraced. How odd it is that I am undone by the simple kindness of a small boy with a yellow pencil.

I have been beaten here, locked away, violated a hundred times, and a hundred times more. I have been starved, and cheated, tricked and disgraced. How odd is it that I am undone by the simple kindness of a small boy with a yellow pencil.