Quotes About Suffering

No es acaso el atiborramiento la forma más refinada del sadismo? Y el amor, llevado a este punto de saturación de la demanda, ¿no se convierte en una forma de tortura?

The world in which I found myself was horrifying. In that world, people fought with sharpened rasp files, ate dogs, covered their faces with tattoos and sodomized goats. In that world, people killed for a package of tea.

Prayer does nothing to alleviate suffering.

Trample! It was to be trampled on by men that I was born into this world. It was to share men's pain that I carried my cross.

I tell you the truth - for a long, long time these farmers have worked like horses and cattle; and like horses and cattle they have died. The reason our religion has penetrated this territory like water flowing into dry earth is that it has given this group of people a human warmth they never previously knew. For the first time they have met men who treated them like human beings. It was the human kindness and charity of the fathers that touched their hearts.

In order to pile weakness upon weakness he was trying to drag others along the path that he himself had walked.

What do I want to say? I myself do not quite understand. Only that today, when for the glory of God Mokichi and Ichizo moaned, suffered and died, I cannot bear the monotonous sound of the dark sea gnawing at the shore. Behind the depressing silence of this sea, the silence of God....the feeling that while men raise their voices in anguish God remains with folded arms, silent.

They were martyred. But what a martyrdom! I had long read about martyrdom in the lives of the saints--how the souls of the martyrs had gone home to Heaven, how they had been filled with glory in Paradise, how the angels had blown trumpets. This was the splendid martyrdom I had often seen in my dreams. But the martyrdom of the Japanese Christians I now describe to you was no such glorious thing. What a miserable and painful business it was!

Ne mogu da podnesem monotoni zvuk sumornog mora, ?utanje Boga... saznanje da dok ljudi glasno pate - Bog ostaje skrštenih ruku, nem.

Es verdad que guardaba silencio, pero se le quedaba mirando con una mirada transida de ternura. Parecía querer decir: «Cuando tú sufres, Yo sufro a tu lado. Estaré a tu lado hasta el final».

Levantó el pie. Le dolía con un dolor sordo, pesado... Esto era más que una fórmula. Él, en este momento, estaba a punto de pisotear lo más bello que había soñado en su vida, lo que había creído más puro, lo que llenaba el ideal y los sueños de los hombres...

Aku tahu betul tentunya bahwa dosa terbesar terhadap Tuhan adalah keputusasaan; namun keheningan Tuhan ini tak bisa kumengerti. Tuhan melindungi orang jujur ketika orang-orang lain yang tak bertuhan mati di sekelilingnya. Sepatutnyalah dia pergi ketika api membakar kota-kota di dataran itu. Tetapi sekarang negeri tandus gersang ini sudah terbakar sebelum buah-buah di pohon menjadi masak, Tidakkah seharusnya Tuhan berbicara barang sepatah kata saja kepada umatnya?

Aku merasa Yudas tidak lebih dari boneka malang yang dikorbankan demi kemuliaan drama kehidupan dan kematian Kristus.

Aku tidak percaya Tuhan memberikan cobaan ini pada kami tanpa maksud tertentu. Aku yakin suatu hari nanti kami akan memahami dengan jelas, mengapa penganiayaan serta segala penderitaan ini ditimpakan pada kami - sebab segala yang dilakukan Tuhan kita adalah demi kebaikan kita juga.

Just as with all interpersonal relationships in our life, we are made to suffer by those things we have chosen and, in confronting our choices, we gradually discover ourselves.

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?

We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.

The labor we delight in physics pain.

She has vowed never to love: and that vow means I must endure a living death.

Dying is so simple. A fleeting moment of suffering. In the blink of an eye you are over the threshold, into another world. No more pain, no more fears. You sleep so well there. Dying is like rubbing snow together, setting fire to a whole winter of cold and ice.

And the pain she'd felt all those years before hadn't been so much that he'd left, but that he didn't love her enough to stay.

In time of war, the Devil makes more room in Hell.

Forget the threat of Hell's infernal flames. The true torture would condemn a man to wait and wait and wait - for an eternity

As wretched as she was, she wanted Harry to be miserable, too. And yet, she was aware of an underlying sense of sadness. Theirs may have been the first war in which there were no winners, only losers.