Quotes About Suffering

How indeed is it possible for one human being to be sorry for all the sadness that meets him on the face of the earth, for the pain that is endured not only by men, but by animals and plants, and perhaps by the stones?

How indeed is it possible for one human being to be sorry for all the sadness that meets him on the face of the earth, for the pain that is endured not only by men, but by animals and plants, and perhaps by the stones? The soul is tired in a moment, and in fear of losing the little she does understand, she retreats to the permanent lines which habit or chance have dictated, and suffers there.

And as her love revived, so did her capacity for suffering. Life, more important, grew more bitter.

M]en were not gods after all, but as human and clumsy as girls; even men might suffer from unexplained desires, and need help... the weakness of men was a truth unfamiliar, but she had surmised it at Florence.

und verstand nichts, nur dass der Mensch geschaffen worden ist, ohne Hilfe des Himmels Schmerzen und Einsamkeit zu erleiden.

He understood nothing except that man has been created to feel pain and loneliness without help from heaven.

For he possessed a soul that could suffer but not stifle, and led a steady life beneath his mutability.

A luz que eu possuía apagou-se há seis semanas. Não quero ser bom, nem amável, nem corajoso. Se continuar a viver, serei… não essas coisas, mas o oposto delas. E também não é isso que quero; não quero nada.

Since this war began our sympathy has gone out to all the suffering people who have been dragged into it. Further hundreds of millions have become involved since I spoke at Limerick fortnight ago.

hani bazen olur ya, a?lamak yetmez. a?laman?n hiçbir türlüsü yetmez. ba??rmak da yetmez. çekip gitmeye bile gerek yoktur. garip bir gülme kaplar gö?sünüzü. çünkü ac? öyle büyüktür ki, bedeninizi kaplar. bedeniniz ac? olur. ac? yabanc? de?ildir, batmaz. gülersiniz. gülüyorum. bütün gizlenmi?, yat??t?r?lm??, bütün yasaklanm?? gülmelerimi gülüyorum.

?nsan, yaras? yaras?na denk geleni seviyor demek ki...

Veliki plesa?i uistinu pate. I pokret je u njihovim o?ima. Posebice dok su zatvorene. Na pozornici mora biti grijeh. Moraju biti skršeni jer su htjeli pridružiti se tome grijehu. Zbog toga što su pali na koljena, moraš ih natjerati da se osje?aju krivima kao što nikad prije nisu. Zbog toga što te gledaju, jer su zadivljeni, jer te nisu mogli uhvatiti i odvesti iz toga svijeta...Nikad im ne smiješ oprostiti.

He was broken from the start. And this stupid world took what was left of him and ground it into sand.

I had a philosophy instructor at the U of I say that the only question that mattered in all of philosophy was Verlaine's "Why are we born to suffer and die?

A biblical theology of persecution creates a framework for understanding God's sovereign purpose in allowing the evil dominions of darkness to inflict suffering on His children.

it's not enough for Christians merely to recognize that the world isn't what it ought to be and that people are suffering in ways they shouldn't have to suffer." Instead, our "sorrow and indignation" should prompt us to act in ways that "subvert" that brokenness.

Tell the story. Make it real for those who refuse to believe that such a thing can happen/has happened/is happening here. Bring the suffering to the attention of those who wallow in willful ignorance. In short, shatter the illusion of innocence at every turn and attack all the shibboleths the country holds sacred.

not place that suffering all at the feet of Donald Trump, but understand it as the inevitable outcome in a country that continues to lie to itself.

Today, our task remains the same, no matter its difficulty or the magnitude of the challenge. Some of us must become poets, but we all must bear witness. Make the suffering real and force the world to pay attention to it, and not place that suffering all at the feet of Donald Trump, but understand it as the inevitable outcome in a country that continues to lie to itself.

On one level, America and the South are one and the same, both are haunted and vexed by the macabre reality of the dead, the suffering beneath the country's and region's feet, and by the lie of their innocent role in it all. That innocence allowed the bodies to continue to amass.

Don Sturkey's images of Dorothy Counts find their inheritors in pictures and videos we see today of the suffering of black people at the hands of police forces. We have become a world of people using their cellphone cameras to bear witness, filming the brutality of police or recording the callousness of white people who feel threatened

I used to hurt so badly that I'd ask God why, what have I done to deserve any of this? I feel now He was preparing me for this, for the future. That's the way I see it.

He didn't want to be a sucker, but he didn't want to be alone. Everything ached and all the choices felt wrong.

I do not suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.