Quotes About Suffering

For us, this was the true equality: Nakedness. Shivering with the cold.

One that most horrible day, even among all those other bad days, when the child witnessed the hanging (yes!) of another child who, he tells us, had the face of a sad angel, he heard someone behind him groan: For God's sake, where is God? And from within me, I heard a voice answer: Where He is? This is where - hanging here from this gallows.

No one was praying for the night to pass quickly. The stars were but sparks of the immense conflagration that was consuming us.

Behind me, I heard the same man asking: "For God's sake, where is God?" And from within me, I heard a voice answer: "Where He is? This is where—hanging here from this gallows …" That night, the soup tasted of corpses.

behind the shutters, our friends of yesterday were probably waiting for the moment when they could loot our homes.

Its genesis: inside the kingdom of night, I witnessed a strange trial. Three rabbis-all erudite and pious men-decided one winter evening to indict God for allowing his children to be massacred, I remember: I was there, and I felt like crying. But there nobody cried.

He brought it about that a people should attain happiness through tears, that the freedom of a nation, like that of a man, should be a monument built upon a pile, a foundation of dead bodies…

As long as one dissident is in prison, our freedom will not be true. As long as one child is hungry, our life will be filled with anguish and shame.

Ormai non mi interessavo ad altro che alla mia scodella quotidiana di zuppa, al mio pezzo di pane raffermo. Il pane, la zuppa: tutta la mia vita. Ero un corpo. Forse ancora meno: uno stomaco affamato. Soltanto lo stomaco sentiva il tempo passare.

Dietro di me udii il solito uomo domandare: - Dov'è dunque Dio? E io sentivo in me una voce che gli rispondeva: - Dov'è? Eccolo: è appeso lì, a quella forca…

Io mettevo macchinalmente un piede dietro l'altro, trascinavo il mio corpo scheletrico ancora tanto pesante. Se avessi potuto sbarazzarmene! Malgrado i miei sforzi per non pensare sentivo che ero diviso in due: io e il mio corpo; e l'odiavo.

Human suffering anywhere concerns men and women everywhere. To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.

For God's sake, where is God?" And from within me, I heard a voice answer: "Where He is? This is where – hanging here from this gallows.

We were the masters of nature, the masters of the world. We had transcended everything—death, fatigue, our natural needs. We were stronger than cold and hunger, stronger than the guns and the desire to die, doomed and rootless, nothing but numbers, we were the only men on earth.

One more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. One less reason to live." They were torturing him, and he didn't see a reason to live anymore how much pain and suffrage he's going through.

None of us is in a position to eliminate war, but it is our obligation to denounce it and expose it in all its hideousness. War leaves no victors, only victims.

Our first act as free men was to throw ourselves onto the provisions. thats all we thought about. No thought of revenge, or of parents. Only of bread.

Suffering confers no privileges; it is what one does with suffering that matters.

You have to learn when to ignore suffering so that you're strong enough to fight it when the time is right.

I knew at least Banalia was dead; that had happened right in front of my eyes. They would either eat her now or smoke her body to sell the meat. It made my stomach turn--the DNA in that meat was almost 99 percent the same as human DNA; it was nearly cannibalism. But the men were hungry.

God will never disappoint us… If deep in our hearts we suspect that God does not love us and cannot manage our affairs as well as we can, we certainly will not submit to His discipline. …To the unbeliever the fact of suffering only convinces him that God is not to be trusted, does not love us. To the believer, the opposite is true.

Our vision is so limited we can hardly imagine a love that does not show itself in protection from suffering. The love of God is of a different nature altogether. It does not hate tragedy. It never denies reality. It stands in the very teeth of suffering.

The world cries for men who are strong; strong in conviction, strong to lead, to stand, to suffer.

The deepest things that I have learned in my own life have come from the deepest suffering. And out of the deepest waters and the hottest fires have come the deepest things that I know about God.