Quotes About Suffering

I wish I could go out and walk and run and skateboard and swim in lakes. But I can't because my mother has Courage. So instead I get to stay in bed and be sick. I'm glad about this. I really am.

So identical were their pitiful whimpers, the way their screams gave way to desperate entreaties then returned to screams, that the notion came to me: this was what each of us would go through on our way to death, that these terrible noises were as universal as the crying of newborn babies.

You don't see how it is for some parents. Not only must they lose their children, they must lose them to things they don't understand.

In the meantime, my father's condition had grown neither better nor worse. As I understood, he was asleep for much of the time, and indeed, I found him so on the few occasions I had a spare moment to ascend to that little attic room. I did not then have a chance actually to converse with him until that second evening after the return of his illness.

Come possono guarire le vecchie ferite nell'abbondanza dei vermi che ancora le infettano? Come può durare per sempre una pace costruita sul massacro?

My heart hurts that means I'm alive.

Sunt un laÈ™, nu pot îndura suferinÈ›a de a fi fericit.

so I never left due to you being out of my comfort zone and shortness of breath. Besides, I was already in a relationship with… pain and I hated him, but I loved him because pain had been faithful for years.

A G-Rated story? About taking some deformed baby and locking him up? And if it was true, and this poor guy had been locked up in there for decades, and someone threw in a perfectly good woman, what the hell do you think he'd do with her? Play Parcheesi?

The devil makes his pitch easy to swallow by only requiring men to be born again, to reign without suffering.

There is blood everywhere and I am lost in it. I breathe blood, not air.

The loved one suffers. All loved ones suffer. Love is not enough to prevent this. Love is not enough. Love is enough. The thing that you wished for. Was this it? Here endeth the lesson.

The boy is loved. The loved one suffers. All loved ones suffer. Love is not enough. Love is enough. The thing that you wished for. Was this it?

Your life is in some bizarre state when priests are throwing abuse at you on the street.

War was grueling and oppressive and frustrating and uncomfortable, but one had friends. If peace brought back loneliness, Godliman thought he would not be able to live with it.

The simple idea that people should be allowed to worship as they wished caused more suffering than the ten plagues of Egypt.

What we did in that momentous year of 1558 caused political strife, revolt, civil war, and invasion. There were times, in later years, when in the depths of despair I would wonder whether it had been worth it. The simple idea that people should be allowed to worship as they wished caused more suffering than the ten plagues of Egypt. So, if I had known then what I know now, would I have done the same? Hell yes.

I could weep for all the innocent women and children who were burned and maimed in London—and it doesn't help at all to know that German women and children are suffering the same.

Carla no creía en Dios —ninguna entidad sagrada digna de tal nombre habría permitido que llegaran a existir los campos de exterminio nazis—

Resulta extraño que a veces Dios se lleve a los hombres buenos y deje a los malos.

into the Moscow earth, perhaps fifty years from now? 'Call no man happy until he is dead,' said the playwright Aeschylus: Dimka had heard that quote at university and always remembered it. Youthful promise could be blighted by later tragedy; suffering was often rewarded by wisdom.

Behold, a man in anguish bending Marked by pain and loss Yonder stony hill ascending Carrying a cross

Ya lo ves, todo cuanto amaba me fue arrebatado —dijo con frialdad—. Cuando uno lo ha perdido todo… —Empezaba a desmoronarse, pero se esforzó por continuar—. Cuando uno lo ha perdido todo, ya no le queda nada más que perder.

British soldiers were "lions led by donkeys.