Quotes About Suffering

Though poor in this world's goods, though grieving the loss of loved ones, though suffering pain of body, though harassed by sin and Satan, though hated and persecuted by worldlings, whatever be the case and lot of the Christian, it is both his privilege and duty to rejoice in the Lord.

It is doubtful whether God can bless a man greatly until He has hurt him deeply.

Les manières de souffrir: Il y a la peur. La peur est terrible et le silence qui la noie encore plus. Il y a la colère, l'enragement quand j'ai cogné ma tête sur le mur de ma chambre. Il y a parfois la pitié qui me donne les yeux d'une fourmi. Et puis la tristesse qui est triste et qui dure.

De même il suffit de penser qu'une douleur s'en va pour sentir en effet cette douleur disparaître peu à peu, et, inversement, il suffit de penser que l'on souffre pour que l'on sente immédiatement venir la souffrance. - In the same way, it is enough to think that a pain is going away to feel this pain disappearing little by little, and, conversely, it is enough to think that one is suffering for one to immediately feel the suffering coming.

The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.

siempre es una fatalidad tener que estar sujeto a un dueño, cuya bondad no ofrece más garantías que su capricho: y el depender de muchos es tener que sobrellevar otras tantas desgracias.

And death hasn't come. It never does come when you call it. It enjoys torturing us. I've been calling for it for years and it pays me no attention

I go to bed and before falling asleep I talk to Lucas in my head the way I have for many years. What I tell him is just about what I usually do. I tell him that if he's dead he's lucky and I'd very much like to be in his place. I tell him that he got the better deal, that it is I who is pulling the greater weight. I tell him that life is totally useless, that it's nonsense, an aberration, infinite suffering, the invention of a non-God whose evil surpasses understanding.

You came to me asking how my faith survived the Day of Judgement. I will tell you a secret. When the stars fell, when the seas boiled and the earth burned, my faith didn't die. That is when I began to believe. God was real, and he hated us.

We called them false angels. You came to me asking how my faith survived the Day of Judgement. I will tell you a secret. When the stars fell, when the seas boiled and the earth burned, my faith didn't die. That is when I began to believe. God was real, and he hated us.

they had been doomed to birth and condemned to live.

If there was no way into God, I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long.

You can die of a broken heart -- it's scientific fact -- and my heart has been breaking since that very first day we met. I can feel it now, aching deep behind my rib cage the way it does every time we're together, beating a desperate rhythm: Love me. Love me. Love me.

first casualties of every are the weak people like women, children and elderly and the last people who speak about are the UN, EU and USA

In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime.

If the posters and the campaigns and demonstrations were a guide, any injustice in the world seemed to be theirs to claim, accompanied by frivolities that were like a celebration of disorder. They were fortunate people who desired to own even the suffering of others.

Life's like that, clinging futilely to the very objects that imprison us.

That good gardener, who wept thorns plowing his fields–– harvests grace with joy.

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

This world's anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.

What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.

Millions cheer the warrior spilling blood across the ring while the one who stands for peace is ridiculed and shamed. Must hearts forever suffer from ignorance and greed? Can bombs heal our souls or set our spirits free?

The practice of alchemizing suffering into meaningful art as well as social and political advancements has been one of African Americans' greatest gifts to humanity. Many have followed their lead in this regard and that practice can make a lot of positive difference during this time of renewal and re-weaving.