Quotes About Suffering

Why? Well, for one reason because of the incalculable suffering in both body and spirit endured by the Savior of the world so that we could flee.11 We owe Him something for that. Indeed, we owe Him everything for that. "Ye are not your own," Paul says. "Ye [have been] bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's."12

Life is so often unfair and painful and love is hard to find and you have to take it whenever and wherever you can get it, no matter how brief it is or how it ends.

Is this what love feels like?" he whispered to her. "I don't like it, my Beth. It hurts too much.

Is this what love feels like?" he whispered to her. "I don't like it, my Beth. It hurts too much." Beth

Is this what love feels like?" he whispered to her. "I don't like it, my Beth. It hurts too much.

The decadent artist markets other people's pain

That's the whole thing about grieving... It's part of the deal: You get to be alive and to love, but in exchange you also have to put in some serious hurt time.

Of course, as in all religions and cultures, there is contradiction, such as the lavish bagel and lox spreads brought in by Sheppy's. We Jews believe in a lovely catered meal for the grieving family—as long as their asses go numb from sitting on crates. Suffer but eat well!

Pain lanced through Sienna McCade's body, white hot and relentless.

Happiness was useless to me. It was heartache that filled my purse. What happy man has need of Shakespeare?

They cut away pieces of me," she whispered in the darkness. "But I handed them the knife.

For I have seen it and I have felt it and it is love, not death, that undoes us.

The rain comes down harder as I write. It sheets off the roof in torrents. I wish it would pound against me. Pound the life from my body. The flesh from my bones. The pain from my heart.

Isabelle had cut off her toes, but sometimes she could still feel them. Maman had cut out her heart. Sometimes, she could still feel that, too.

It's all about the pain, isn't it?

God didn't have to punish him; he'd created his own hell. By himself and for himself.

Jimmy let's out a whistle. "What?" "Your hand." I look at it. My ripped nail is still bleeding. I wipe the red off on my pants. "You should get it taken care of. It looks awful" he says. "I guess it does." "You must be in pain, kid. Does it hurt?" I nod. "Yeah, Jimmy. All the time.

Life, Rose well knew, could throw some hard punches at you, but nothing hurt as much as losing a child, or seeing one of your children hurt and suffering. Becoming a parent changed you forever, as nothing else could. Not good or bad fortune. Not friendships. Not even a man or a woman.

He was a flame and she'd gotten burned, and the pain was terrible, yet it didn't make the fire any less alluring.

Watch a child die for the lack of a few coins. Do that, and you might start to understand a few things, like the difference between a theft and a crime.

Because he deserves a second chance," Love said. "Everyone does. My enchantress transformed the outer man to transform the inner. His suffering will teach him kindness and compassion. He'll find his heart again.

His suffering will teach him kindness and compassion. He'll find his heart again.

A lo largo de su vida siempre había querido y amado lo que no debía. Lo que le rompía el corazón. Todo aquello no era para ella, el mundo se lo había dicho. Entonces ¿para qué pedirlo? No serviría más que para hacerle daño de nuevo.

thought, wondering if the robin had seen the brilliant blue of the sky and felt the sun on its back before its wings were broken.