Quotes About Suffering

the very people who clamor the loudest about animal suffering won't actually pay for meat that has been ethically slaughtered.

I have never encountered anything similar to this in patients I have known to be traumatized by humans, or in psychotic patients suffering from delusions.

Una guerra no sólo mata a unos cuantos miles o a unos cuantos cientos de miles de jóvenes. Mata algo en la gente que no puede recuperarse nunca. Y si alguien pasa por suficientes guerras, pronto todo lo que queda es el bruto, la criatura que nosotros —usted y yo, y otros como nosotros— han sacado del fango».

She was worn and tense and there were dark shadows under her eyes; he wished that he could do something to ease her pain and knew that he could not.

Only the strong knew what suffering was. The weak never found themselves in the strong webs; the strong man was the one who found himself day and night bound and struggling, so that the work he did, the plotting and the owning and the buying, the decisions he made—and in a large family there had been many to make—were often hard-fibered.

There is always inequity in life. Some men are killed in a war and some men are wounded, and some men never leave the country… Life is unfair.

There is always inequality in life. Some men are killed in a war and some men are wounded and some men never leave the country. Life is unfair.

To some extent, sanity is a form of conformity. People are always selling the idea that people who have mental illness are suffering. But it's really not so simple. I think mental illness or madness can be an escape also.

I looked at the faces around me and I knew mine was like theirs. Faces with the blood drained away, tight faces, worried, lost. Faces like flowers torn from their roots and stuffed into a pretty vase, the colours draining fast. I had to get away from that town.

YaÅŸamak yeterince zor, ölmekse büyük iÅŸti.

Living was hard enough. Dying was a supreme task.

I let go, crying and unable to stop, because God was such a dirty crook, such a contemptible skunk; that's what he was for doing that thing to that woman. Come down out of the skies, you God, come on down and I'll hammer your face all over the city of Los Angeles, you miserable unpardonable prankster. If it wasn't for you, this woman wouldn't be so maimed, and neither would the world.

I let go, crying and unable to stop because God was such a dirty crook, contemptible skunk, that's what he was for doing that thing to that woman. Come down out of the skies, you God, come on down and I'll hammer your face all over the city of Los Angeles, you miserable unpardonable prankster. If it wasn't for you, this woman would not have been so maimed, and neither would the world, (...)

The author distinguishes George Washington's leadership from that of another aristocratic general whose temperament was somewhat cold. Unlike him, Washington made the effort to at least appear to suffer with his troops.

He was convinced that public service and private misery were inextricably linked.

So I'm an ace?' Will grinned. 'I'm flattered Halt, flattered. I had no idea you regarded me so highly.' Halt gave him a long-suffering look. 'I might have been more accurate to say a joker.' Whatever you say.

People always find it amusing when they see a friend suffering, Stig thought.

Help me, Lord, I'm slipping through. Help me, Lord, I'm falling. I'm being pulled in to a dense black hole from which there's no returning. It's yawning wide; it's sucking me in, but there's nothing to see. It's black as sin. Help me, Lord, I'm sinking down. Help me, Lord, I'm drowning... Adrian Rumble

Death, and every death, is the fruit of sin: death temporal, death spiritual, death eternal.

I maintain no doctrines of my own; what I preach are the doctrines of Christ, and for those I will forfeit my blood, and even think myself happy to suffer for the sake of my Redeemer.

My Lord Jesus Christ, for my sake, did wear a crown of thorns; why should not I then, for His sake, again wear this light crown, be it ever so ignominious?

Oh, ye papists, behold! ye look for miracles; here now may you see a miracle; for in this fire I feel no more pain than if I were in bed; for it is as sweet to me as a bed of roses." Thus he resigned his soul into the hands of his Redeemer.

Those who were taken experienced the most cruel tortures the infernal imaginations could invent; and, by their constancy evinced that a real christian can surmount every difficulty, and despise ever danger to acquire a crown of martyrdom.

At the martyrdom of Faustines and Jovita, brothers and citizens of Brescia, their torments were so many, and their patience so great, that Calocerius, a pagan, beholding them, was struck with admiration, and exclaimed in a kind of ecstacy, "Great is the God of the christians!" for which he was apprehended, and suffered a similar fate.