Quotes About Suffering

If only we were convinced deep in our hearts that persecutions are among God's blessings, what progress we should make in the knowledge of divine truth! What

So long as we are adopted by God in Christ, we are destined for slaughter. If

But if Abram bore his continual wanderings patiently, our   fastidiousness is utterly inexcusable, when we murmur against God, if   he does not grant us a quiet nest.

we must realize that death was not a pleasure or a game for Christ, and that he suffered excruciation to the utmost for our sakes.

So it will be that no matter what kind of cross is placed upon us, we will steadily maintain endurance even through the narrowest straits of the soul.

So also Augustine, "The suffering at which you cry, is medicine, not punishment; chastisement, not condemnation. Do not drive away the rod, if you would not be driven away from the inheritance. Know, brethren, that the whole of that misery of the human race, under which the world groans, is a medicinal pain, not a penal sentence

First, we must understand that as long as Christ remains outside of us, and we are separated from him, all that he has suffered and done for the salvation of the human race remains useless and of no value for us. Therefore, to share with us what he has received from the Father, he had to become ours and to dwell within us.

The fact is that unless we are extricated by the grace of Christ, we remain subject to the violence of a whole mass of innumerable evils.

It is, indeed, true for pagans that the greatest blessing is not to be born, and the next, to die immediately.

For the more we are afflicted by adversities, the more surely our fellowship with Christ is confirmed!

we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit which has been given to us.

You don't have to suffer to be a poet adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.

You don't have to suffer to be a poet. Adolescence is enough suffering for anyone

Till kicked and torn and beaten out he liesAnd leaves his hold and cackles, groans, and dies.

My illness was love, though I knew not the smart, But the beauty of love was the blood of my heart.

os infelizes jamais morrem, quando a morte seria o melhor remédio para seus males, e a vida das mulheres é proverbialmente dura.

While leaning over the toilet getting up his nerve, he thought that the moment before making yourself throw up must be very like the instant before suicide. You are almost content to bear the sickening headache and the torment in your stomach rather than go through that moment. But the prospect of relief made you foolhardy and you jammed your finger down your throat.

You have to understand that only the very worst end up here: the ones whose anger made them kill, and who felt no sorrow or guilt after the act; those so obsessed with themselves that they turned their backs on the sufferings of others, and left them in pain; those whose greed meant that others starved and died. Such souls belong here, because they would find no peace elsewhere. In this place, they are understood. In this place, their faults have meaning. In this place, they belong.

Misery loved company, but damnation needed it.

And Nurd, who had never had a mother and father, and who had never loved or been loved, marvelled at the ways in which feeling so wonderful could also leave one open to so much pain. In a strange way, he envied Samuel even that. He wanted to care about someone so much that it could hurt.

Men and men, men and women, whatever the permutation, in the end one partner usually feels more than the other and that partner usually suffers for it.

He understood the half-life of hope: it is not despair that destroys us, but its opposite. Hope is the winding, despair the unwinding. Despair brings with it the possibility of an ending. Taken to the extreme, its logical conclusion is death. But hope sustains. It can be exploited. Ormsby

War merely gives people an excuse to indulge themselves further, to murder with impunity. There were wars before it, and there will be wars after it, and in between people will still fight one another and hurt one another and maim one another and betray one another, because that is what they have always done.

People suffered all the time, and died badly. Many called on God to save them at the end, but if God heard their pleas, He chose not to answer. Maybe the pastor was wrong. Maybe God was imperfect, and men, by acting in their own interests, were reflecting only the reality of His nature.