Quotes About Suffering

Genesis not only tells us about the origins of the universe and humankind, it also informs us of the origins of human sin, suffering, and death. God's work of redemption, as recorded throughout the rest of Scripture, would make little sense if we did not first understand these foundational truths in the book of Genesis.

Rapid change, accommodating it can be one of the great human capacities. But living through it can be the stuff of stress and often suffering.

they had reached a plateau on which she suffered and he seemed quite content.

Beware of the temptation to rationalize your sins by saying that they are too small or too personal to hurt anyone but yourself. As a small pebble thrown into a pond causes wide rings of reaction, your sin can cause a wide ring of suffering.

Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bond-man's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another, drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still must it be said, that the judgments of the Lord are righteous altogether.

It is a sinful abomination for one part of the world's Christians to grow richer year by year while our brothers and sisters ache and suffer for lack of minimal health care, minimal education, and even—in some cases—enough food to escape starvation.

It's difficult to believe that people are still starving in this country because food isn't available.

What does it mean to see the Lord of the universe lying by the roadside starving and walk by on the other side? We cannot know. We can only pledge, in fear and trembling, not to kill him again.

El toro impávido ante la lengua de los muertos / la muerte derramada bajo los cascos implacables / la impiedad del caballo entre el dolor de las lámparas / y el amor mío por el sueño / deslumbrado de pronto / por el remordimiento. (Descubrimiento del Guernica)

I want to burden the conscience of the affluent with all the suffering and all the hidden, bitter tears.

My dear, it is very nice here, every day two or three persons are stabbed by soldiers in the city; there are daily arrests, but apart from these it is pretty gay..

Cuando el dolor cae sobre ti sin paliativos, lo primero que te arranca es la palabra.

Y eso es lo que nuestra sociedad no maneja bien: enseguida escondemos o prohibimos tácitamente el sufrimiento.

El desamor es tópico, ridículo, monumentalmente exagerado. Pero duele

La creatividad es justamente esto: un intento alquímico de transmutar el sufrimiento en belleza. El arte en general, y la literatura en particular, son armas poderosas contra el Mal y el Dolor.

Ya se sabe que sufrir de mal de amores es como marearse en un barco: a la gente tu estado le parece divertido, pero tú te sientes morir.

Women are the greatest wronged and still-suffering majority in the history of the world, and we can never say that loudly or long enough.

Where is there beauty when you see deprivation and starvation?

My dying tree reached toward the sky from its back down on earth. Its branches were like beseeching arms. It takes a while for life to leave green wood. I felt the helplessness, the lack of agency, the frustration of the tree. Severed from its roots, unable to taste the starlight.

Pain comes to us from deep back, from where it grew in the human body. Pain sucks more pain into it, we don't know why. It lives, and we harbor its weight. When the worst comes, we will not act the opposite. We will do what we were taught, we who learnt our lessons in the dead light. We pass them on. We hurt, and hurt others, in a circular motion.

I have always believed in a tortured god from reading Catholic history because I know this: there is nothing that one human being will not do to another. We need a god who sides with the wretched. One willing to share misery.

There was still blood going down Henry's chin, but he didn't notice it and no one said anything, even though every time he took a bite of his bread his blood fell onto it until he was eating his own blood mixed in with the food.

Asleep, by Banana Yoshimoto The Hatak Witches, by Devon A. Mihesuah Beloved, by Toni Morrison The Through, by A. Rafael Johnson Lincoln in the Bardo, by George Saunders Savage Conversations, by LeAnne Howe The Regeneration Trilogy, by Pat Barker Exit Ghost, by Philip Roth Songs for Discharming, by Denise Sweet Hiroshima Bugi: Atomu 57, by Gerald Vizenor

The prairie almost seemed to mock them with its beauty. Every inch of their skin was covered with bites upon bites. Their faces were purple and swollen. The mosquitoes bit through cloth, they bit through hair, they were implacable. Every being suffered. Yet they kept moving.