Quotes About Suffering

Pero yo le podría evitar el sufrimiento, la lucha, el dolor y la tristeza a los que va a tener que enfrentarse. ?Nuestra experiencia es lo único que no podemos ofrecer a los demás. Cada uno tiene que pasar por su propio dolor y pesar para poder encontrar la alegría y la felicidad que hay al otro lado ?le dijo Merlín con dulzura.

Lo que Mayreni describió no fue un crimen de guerra aislado. Era una rutina. En el desfiladero de Kemaj, los kurdos y los soldados turcos de la 86.º Brigada de Caballería asesinaron a más de 20.000 mujeres y niños. En Bitlis, los turcos ahogaron a más de 900 mujeres en el Tigris.

a land where living is so hard that men want a God so they can hate him.

Happiness is not a reward - it is a consequence. Suffering is not a punishment - it is a result.

When I think of how much this world has suffered; when I think of how long our fathers were slaves, of how they cringed and crawled at the foot of the throne, and in the dust of the altar, of how they abased themselves, of how abjectly they stood in the presence of superstition robed and crowned, I am amazed.

As long as men did nothing except to render their fellows wretched; as long as they only butchered and burnt the innocent and helpless, God maintained the strictest and most heartless neutrality. But when some honest man, some great and tender soul expressed a doubt as to the truth of the Scriptures, or prayed to the wrong God, or to the right one by the wrong name, then the real God leaped like a wounded tiger upon his victim, and from his quivering flesh tore his wretched soul.

The oppressors, the tyrants, those who trample on the rights of others, the robbers of the poor, those who put wages below the living point, the ministers who make people insane by preaching the dogma of eternal pain; these are the men who drive the weak, the suffering and the helpless down to death.

What pleasure can it give God to see a man devoured by a cancer; to see the quivering flesh slowly eaten; to see the nerves throbbing with pain? Is this a festival for God?

When a man is of no use to himself or to others, when his days and nights are filled with pain and sorrow, why should he remain to endure them longer?

People do kill themselves, you know, Miranda, when they think their whole reason for living is being taken away from them. Even the fact that other people think their suffering is a joke isn't enough to shake them out of it.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees; all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore and when Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name…

Is demum miser est, cuius nobilitas miserias nobilitat. Unhappy is he whose fame makes his misfortunes famous. Lucius Accius, Telephus

He felt as though his capacity for loving had been blunted, the nerve endings severed.

Yang bikin kelpek-klepek adalah lagak pujangga-teraniaya itu, omong kosong luka-batin, gaya genius-yang-tersiksa itu. …

Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime – Mineko Iwasaki

It's an illness," she said, although she made the words sound like "it's uh nillness." Nillness, thought Strike, for a second distracted. He had slept badly. Nillness, that was where Lula Landry had gone, and where all of them, he and Rochelle included, were headed. Sometimes illness turned slowly to nillness, as was happening to Bristow's mother…sometimes nillness rose to meet you out of nowhere, like a concrete road slamming your skull apart.

Is demum miser est, cuius nobilitas miserias nobilitat. Unhappy is he whose fame makes his misfortunes famous.

He felt as though his capacity for loving had been blunted, the nerve endings severed. He

the Bamboroughs were not-enough-to-eat poor.

Unhappy is he whose fame makes his misfortunes famous.

Nillness, that was where Lula Landry had gone, and where all of them, he and Rochelle included, were headed. Sometimes illness turned slowly to nillness, as was happening to Bristow's mother…sometimes nillness rose to meet you out of nowhere, like a concrete road slamming your skull apart.

Love...was pain and grief sought, accepted, endured.

It never ceases to amaze me that in times of amazing human suffering somebody says something that can be so utterly stupid.

I learned a lesson I never had as a politician: that we cannot properly lead those with whom we have not shared suffering.