Quotes About Suffering

Sorridi in pubblico, piangi in pubblico, vivi in pubblico, crepa in pubblico. C'era, sui loro visi, un'emozione schietta, atipica per gli attori. Stasera erano al telegiornale. E' la cosa peggiore veder soffrire i propri figli.

I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.

Adonai never wounds His people without also making preparation for their healing.

tragedies reported to us, the widow maintained her faith in Adonai, declaring that her people were bound to suffer for their disloyalty to God. "Bnei-Yisrael has done what is evil in Adonai's eyes," she would say, "and He has handed us over to our enemies. When we repent and turn to the Lord our God, He

Eternal Friend, help me to be thoughtful and to resist committing acts that are evil in Your eyes. Whatever sins I have committed, please blot them out in Your abundant kindness and spare me suffering or harmful illnesses. May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart find acceptance before You, Eternal Friend, who protects and frees me. Forgiveness

Siento una opresión en el pecho y en el estómago, unas terribles ganas de llorar que he estado dominando hasta hoy. No quería que los demás pensaran que no le agradezco a Dios mi suerte. Pero ese nudo que me crece por dentro y me ahoga, estalló esta mañana, cuando ya no podía más.

L'infern pot ser el meu paradís si estic enamorada del dimoni. I el paradís pot ser el meu infern si no estic enamorada de l'àngel.

I am tired of crying and feeling so helpless. I want to breathe again-just for a little while. Then I will do whatever I can to help these people. How could I not-once I met them, once I saw for myself.

Our response to cruelty, suffering, and sorrow is to remind the world of the face of beauty, which can best restore a man's tranquility, cleanse his hear of evil, and lead him to the path of truth

When Things Close In It feels as though I make my own way through massive rock like a vein of ore alone, encased. I am so deep inside it I can't see the path or any distance: everything is close and everything closing in on me has turned to stone. Since I still don't know enough about pain, this terrible darkness makes me small, If it's you, though— press down hard on me, break in that I may know the weight of your hand and you, the fullness of my cry.

Although it was shadowy and dark, Bim could see as well as by the clear light of day that she felt only love and yearning for them all, and if there were hurts, these gashes in her side that bled, then it was only because her love was imperfect and did not encompass them thoroughly enough, and because it had flaws and inadequacies and did not extend to all equally.

she used to say she would drown herself in but because she didn't, because she died, after all, in bed, I felt she was still trying to get there. A person needs to choose his death.

To be relieved of love, she thought, was to give up a terrible burden.

I loved him," Muire said. "We were in love." As if that were enough.

Daba Hua Tha Jo Mere Seene Mein........ Tujhko Dekha To Dard Ubhra ....... Kisi Bhi Marham Se Bhar Na Paya Teri Judai Ka Zakham Gahra........... Seene Mein Pyar Machalta Hai ... Aakhon Se Dard Chhalakta Hai .... Saahil Ki Tarah Kaatein Mujhko Chahat Ki Har Lahar...

Jeeta Hu Magar Jeeta Bhi Nahi.......... Marta Hu Magar Marta Bhi Nahi........... Tere Gam ME Phanaa Hone Ke Liye..... Peeta Hoon Me Zahar...........

doctors advised intensive talk therapy, even electroshock treatment. Some gay men were castrated against their will, a procedure that removed their testicles and deadened the sex drive. Others were lobotomized, a medical practice that destroyed the connections between the frontal lobes and the thalamus of the brain, deadening just about all aspects of behavior.

People who were dying: their minds always raced past whatever was being said, and still the pain went faster, leapfrogging ahead.

That woman's a ghoul – the delight she takes in other people's misery.

Rick supposed there were worse ways to go than a fatal heart attack. Anything, surely, would be better than descending into dementia like Ken. The cloudy eyes and unfocused thoughts, the restless twitching of the hands. That was surely a kind of death. It was as if Ken was disappearing almost before their eyes but becoming at the same time deeper and more nuanced.

We have become the charnel house of the Western World.

Like Jonah, the whale had swallowed me; unlike him, I believed I would spend eternity inside the belly of the beast.

Delusional pain hurts just as much as pain from actual trauma. So what if it's all in your head?

What if others suffer shipwreck, yet none that sail with Jesus have ever been stranded yet.