Quotes About Suffering

Destruamos o cárcere de vossos filhos e pais, de vossas mães e irmãos, de vossos parentes e amigos e de vós mesmos. Ou morrereis a pão e água, talvez a chicote, na masmorra daquele indigno.

A eternidade tem as suas pêndulas; nem por não acabar nunca deixa de querer saber a duração das felicidades e dos suplícios.

e porque a dor que se dissimula dói mais, é mui provável que Virgília padecesse em dobro do que realmente devia padecer. Creio que isto é metafísica.

It occurred to me that tight boots are one of Earth's great good fortunes because, by pinching our feet, they then afford us the pleasure of taking them off.

Era refratário às lágrimas; por isso mesmo padecia mais.

Os remédios do corpo pouco faziam, porque o coração era o mais doente.

It seems that misery had cured his soul, to the point that it made him feel like mud.

I saw everything that was passing before me—torments and delights—from that thing called glory to the other one called misery, and I saw love multiplying misery and I saw misery intensifying weakness.'' The Posthumous Memoirs of Bras Cubas- Machado de Asis

Contadas todas as horas de agonia do mundo, quantos séculos farão? Desses terão sido tenebrosos alguns, outros melancólicos, muitos desesperados, raros enfadonhos. Enfim, a morte chega, por muito que se demore, e arranca a pessoa ao pranto ou ao silêncio

The poor thing was suffering cruelly because cancer is indifferent to a person's virtues.'' The Posthumous Memoirs of Bras Cubas- Machado de Asis

Pentru ca viaÈ›a-i scurt?, cu mult? suferin??, È™i f?r? cazn? trai nu-i cu putin?? conduÈ™i de pofte È™i dorinÈ›i noi ne petrecem È™i ne roadem anii; cin` la pl?ceri renun?? doar str?danii g?seÈ™te, chin È™i suferinÈ›i; de-a lumii am?gire acela n-are È™tire, nici de-ntâmpl?ri-i sucite, de orori ce-apas? greu pe-atâÈ›ia muritori. (M?tr?guna)

It is possible to suffer and despair an entire lifetime and still not give up the art of laughter.

George MacDonald gives me renewed strength during times of trouble--times when I have seen people tempted to deny God--when he says, The Son of God suffered unto death, not that men might not suffer, but that their sufferings might be like his.

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

Meg's eyes were too bright. "I wish human beings couldn't have feelings. I am having feelings. They hurt.

The part of us that has to be burned away is something like the deadwood on the bush; it has to go, to be burned in the terrible fire of reality, until there is nothing left but . . . what we are meant to be.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?'...I am grateful that Jesus cried out those words, because it means that I need never fear to cry them out myself. I need never fear, nor feel any sense of guilt, during the inevitable moments of forsakenness. They come to us all. They are part of the soul's growth.

I wish human beings couldn't have feelings. I am having feelings. They hurt.

The artist cannot hold back; it is impossible, because writing, or any other discipline of art, involves participation in suffering, in the ills and the occasional stabbing joys that come from being part of the human drama.

Because we suddenly see that making everything all right would NOT make everything all right. We would not be human beings. We would then be no more than puppets obeying the strings of the master puppeteer. We agree sadly that it is a good thing that we are not God; we do not have to understand God's ways, or the suffering and brokenness and pain that sooner or later come to us all.

Compassion means to suffer with, but it doesn't mean to get lost in the suffering, so that it becomes exclusively one's own. I tend to do this, to replace the person for whom I am feeling compassion with myself.

Joy is what has made the pain bearable and, in the end, creative rather than destructive.

I know our world isn't perfect, Charles, but it's better than this. This isn't the only alternative! It can't be!" "Nobody suffers here," Charles intoned. "Nobody is ever unhappy." "But nobody's ever happy, either," Meg said earnestly. "Maybe if you aren't unhappy sometimes you don't know how to be happy. Calvin, I want to go home.

we do not have to understand God's ways, or the suffering and brokenness and pain that sooner or later come to us all. But we do have to know in the very depths of our being that the ultimate end of the story, no matter how many aeons it takes, is going to be all right.