Quotes About Suffering

You might say, 'Can't we have a more human Christianity, without the cross, without Jesus, without stripping ourselves?' In this way we'd become pastry-shop Christians, like a pretty cake and nice sweet things. Pretty, but not true Christians.

I can no longer walk. I can no longer swim. But I'm lucky when I see how animals suffer.

Undernourished, intelligence becomes like the bloated belly of a starving child: swollen, filled with nothing the body can use.

I think it will be helpful to people because I know the expectations that are put on you as a sex symbol, and how Marilyn Monroe suffered and so on, and I was able to get free of that.

Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.

Any other illness and you have time off work, but there is a lot of stigma around mental illness. It's frightening to talk about it. The people suffering don't want sympathy.

Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.

I myself hate the communist North Korean system. That doesn't mean I should let the people in the North suffer under an oppressive regime.

He felt now as if his entire body were recovering from frostbite, and he understood suddenly why people died in blizzards. It was not because they were cold and fell asleep. It was because it hurt too much to come back to life.

As we passed by on the stony causeway, women looked up at us from the fields, their faces furrowed with all known distresses. By their sides, lambs skipped in gaiety and innocence, and goats skipped in gaiety but without innocence, and at their feet the cyclamens shone mauve; the beasts and flowers seemed fortunate because they are not human, as those who have passed within the breath of a plague and have escaped it.

Whose voice was first sounded on this land? The voice of the red people who had but bows and arrows. [...] What has been done in my country I did not want, did not ask for it; white people going through my country. [...] When the white man comes in my country he leaves a trail of blood behind him. [...] I have two mountains in that country--the Black Hills and the Big Horn Mountain. I want the Great Father to make no roads through them.

Like, we've been together for a while now, ever since he trapped me in this weird ball prison, I have been forgiving.

One of the most puzzling aspects of love is its lack of justice. It's unfair. Love can elude people who seem to deserve it while it's heaped on those who appear to ignore it, run from it, or slough it off as too restrictive.

Some scars never heal. And he sounds like he has a lot of them.' 'But Christ had scars too, even on His risen Body. Wounds in this life become glory in the next.

En los sistemas políticos siniestros, se vuelven siniestras también muchas de las personas que lo padecen; no son muchos los que pueden escapar a esa maldad delirante y envolvente de la cual, si uno se excluye, perece.

Kafka experienced it at the movies and in Yitzhak Löwy's burlesque theater. And yet he made slapstick the medium of a chilling message: We fidget not because we are alive but because we get crushed the moment we stop.

Wisdom always chooses these black eyes and these bruises over the heartache that they say never completely goes away

Mon cœur, le couteau existent. Mon cœur parce qu'il saigne, le couteau parce qu'il taille ma chair.

Is there anything more intimate or more internal than pain?

hay acaso algo más íntimo o más interior que el dolor?

A time when an exhausted sky sinks deep into the earth and man in his death agony is scorned on both sides.

why was I raised to follow the precepts of a religion that exalts sorrow and suffering? Yet my nose is as innocent as any snout. If I had been an animal I would have been very successful. But a man?

Like Hölderlin, I think that Christ alone allows us to face this reality without sinking into madness. The apocalypse does not announce the end of the world; it creates hope.

Kahraman, gururun aldat?c? ilah?ndan vazgeçerek kölelikten kurtulur ve sonunda mutsuzlu?un hakikatine eri?ir. Bu vazgeçi?, yarat?c? vazgeçi?ten ay?rt edilemez. Romant?ik bir yazar? gerçek romanc? yapan metafizik arzuyu yenmesidir.