Quotes About Suffering

L'homme est un apprenti, la douleur est son maître. Et nul ne se connaît tant qu'il n'a pas souffert. C'est une dure loi, mais une loi suprême, vieille comme le monde et la fatalité, qu'il nous faut du malheur recevoir le baptême et qu'à ce triste prix tout doit être acheté...

mais il y a au monde une chose sainte et sublime, c'est l'union de deux de ces êtres si imparfaits et si affreux. On est souvent trompé en amour, souvent blessé et souvent malheureux; mais on aime, et quand on est sur le bord de sa tombe, on se retourne pour regarder en arrière et on se dit : j'ai souffert souvent, je me suis trompé quelquefois, mais j'ai aimé. C'est moi qui ai vécu, et non pas un être factice créé par mon orgueil et mon ennui.»

he, that same man, after having abandoned her, finds her after a night of orgie, pale and leaden, forever lost, with hunger on her lips and prostitution in her heart.

Pourquoi promenez-vous ces spectres de lumière Devant le rideau noir de nos nuits sans sommeil, Puisqu'il faut qu'ici-bas tout songe ait son réveil, Et puisque le désir se sent cloué sur terre, Comme un aigle blessé qui meurt dans la poussière, L'aile ouverte, et les yeux fixés sur le soleil ?

I dolori passeggeri bestemmiano e accusano il cielo; i grandi dolori non accusano nè bestemmiano. Ascoltano.

Dépouille devant tous l'orgueil qui te dévore, Cœur gonflé d'amertume et qui t'es cru fermé. Aime, et tu renaîtras ; fais-toi fleur, pour éclore ; Après avoir souffert, il faut souffrir encore ; Il faut aimer sans cesse, après avoir aimé.

Le ciel m'en est témoin, dès le premier moment, Je compris que l'aimer était peine inutile ; Et cependant mon coeur prit un amer plaisir À sentir qu'il aimait et qu'il allait souffrir !

J'aime, et je sais répondre avec indifférence ; J'aime, et rien ne le dit ; j'aime, et seul je le sais ; Et mon secret m'est cher, et chère ma souffrance ; Et j'ai fait le serment d'aimer sans espérance, Mais non pas sans bonheur ; – je vous vois, c'est assez.

Before God promotes us, he takes us through pain to purify our hearts, deepen our dependence on him, and impart spiritual wisdom.

Take wrongs patiently. Be willing to suffer for doing good (1 Pet. 3:8–17).

Washington, D.C. is what is broken, not the immigration policies. We have good laws. We have people suffer every day because of government's failure to enforce the law and be respectful to the process we have. We have a pathway to citizenship already in place.

We have lived through the flood time of fascism and of the nazism which ran its meteoric course at a cost to mankind in suffering and waste beyond all computation.

By the breaking in of enraged merciless armies, flourishing countries have been laid waste, great numbers of people have perished in a short time, and many more have been pressed with poverty and grief.

It often seems... the human race has twittered away its existence singing an endless song - a song of waste and hatred, where there should be progress and love.

Behind me the branches of a wasted and sterile existence are cracking.

I suspect that a huge amount of the anxiety and suffering that we see around can be closely traced to our wanton misuse of our resources. Just look at any garbage dump and see what is wasted. In a sense, we've wasted our souls.

No matter how inured you get to atrocities, you're still always stunned and shocked by how cruel and wasteful Homo sapiens can be.

All morning they watched for the plane which they thought would be looking for them. They cursed war in general and PTs in particular. At about ten o'clock the hulk heaved a moist sigh and turned turtle.

My family made it through Hurricane Sandy. We have water, power, and a roof, but the survivor's guilt makes me want to hide. Sneak away from the brilliance of life. It shouts at me: 'Don't enjoy anything too much; people are suffering.' I feel childlike somehow.

Not one child should be denied food nor water. Not one child should suffer.

When someone is bothered by someone claiming lack of drinking water, lack of medicine for the sick, and lack of food for the hungry, that person has problems too deep to be explained in an interview.

A total of 1,580 people, the civilian population, suffered as a result of the bloody wave of terrorist acts that swept over Moscow and other towns and villages of our country.

I am depressed rather at the wave of brutality sweeping over the country.

My spine healed incorrectly. There were long periods when I'd be perfectly all right, and then there were many other times when I wasn't, when my back would give out and throw me down to the floor amid waves of nauseating pain.