Quotes About Suffering

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Hochschild describes the startling moment when he first learned that forced labor in the Congo had taken eight to ten million lives, making it one of the major killing grounds of modern times.

Primo Levi of his experience at Auschwitz. "But they

when the barrage reached its crescendo, 224,221 shells in the last 65 minutes, the rumble could be heard as far away as Hampstead Heath in London. More shells were fired by the British this week than they had used in the first 12 months of the war; some gunners bled from the ears after five days of nonstop firing.

Two missionaries found one post where prisoners were killed by having resin poured over their heads, then set on fire. The list is much longer.

both sides together suffered another half a million dead and wounded just during the war's final five weeks.

I began to read more. The further I explored, the more it was clear that the Congo of a century ago had indeed seen a death toll of Holocaust dimensions.

And then again, maybe it was some weird noise in my brother's head, some little digital murmur he never told anyone about. I've heard about that – how you wake up one day and there's like this permanent dial tone droning somewhere behind the meat in your head, a little Dustbuster trapped where the brain saves you from going crazy. After a while you wind up ending it all just to make things quiet again.

What are your initial thoughts, Duffy?" he asked. "It was freezing out there, sir. Napoleon's retreat from Moscow, we had to eat the horses, we're lucky to be alive." "Your thoughts about the victim?

There is no worse feeling than being unable to assuage the suffering of the innocent.

You cannot have the joy of Easter without the agony of Good Friday

You cannot have the joy of Easter Sunday without the agony of Good Friday," her mother reminded them. "No cross, no crown," she'd say in a dialect only her children understood.

Elizabeth chuckled. Sometimes seeing a kid suffer the indignity of having to work gave parents a secret joy.

The reward of suffering is experience.

Only through suffering do we learn

In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.

They came back To widows, To fatherless children, To screams, to sobbing. The men came back As little clay jars Full of sharp cinders.

Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?

Wisdom comes alone through suffering.

The gods! long since they hold us in contempt, Scornful of gifts thus offered by the lost! Why should we fawn and flinch away from doom?

that we must suffer, suffer into truth. We cannot sleep, and drop by drop at the heart the pain of pain remembered comes again and we resist, but ripeness comes as well. From the gods enthroned on the awesome rowing-bench there comes a violent love.

Pain both ways and what is worse?

we suffer and we learn. And we will know the future when it comes. Greet it too early, weep too soon. It all comes clear in the light of day.

that we must suffer, suffer into truth. We cannot sleep, and drop by drop at the heart the pain of pain remembered comes again and we resist.