Quotes About Suffering

Marcellus, bishop of Rome, being banished on account of his faith, fell a martyr to the miseries he suffered in exile, 16th Jan. A. D. 310.

A. D. 1560, pope Pius the Fourth, ordered all the protestants to be severely persecuted throughout the Italian states, when great numbers of every age, sex, and condition, suffered martyrdom.

Mr. Saunders then slowly moved towards the fire, sank to the earth and prayed; he then rose up, embraced the stake, and frequently said, "Welcome, thou cross of Christ! welcome everlasting life!" Fire was then put to the fagots, and, he was overwhelmed by the dreadful flames, and sweetly slept in the Lord Jesus.

And yet, notwithstanding all these continual persecutions and horrible punishments, the Church daily increased, deeply rooted in the doctrine of the apostles and of men apostolical, and watered plentously with the blood of saints.

Bonner had served a poor blind harper in nearly the same manner, who had steadily maintained a hope that if every joint of him were to be burnt, he should not fly from the faith.

For our lives are in the Lord's hands; and they can do nothing unto us before God suffer them. Therefore give all thanks to God.

In particular, he had some sewed up in skins of wild beasts, and then worried by dogs until they expired; and others dressed in shirts made stiff with wax, fixed to axletrees, and set on fire in his gardens, in order to illuminate them.

Shall I disdain to suffer at the stake, when my Redeemer did not refuse to suffer the most vile death upon the cross for me?

People die. Times end. Suffering and war circle into being like the rains of autumn and the winds of spring. You know this. We did not, and do not, bring evil into these realms. It is already here. How many cities had you burned before you took this penitent path? How much blood have you seen our enemies spill? How much suffering fills life without the True Gods ever lifting a finger?

Many-colored mosses, sickly green, pale, feverish red, yellow like fear, black like despair, purple like the lips of a strangled man, clung there.

I think Job and I understand each other better now. It was not the boils, but the free advice!

it begins with isolation - demons always inhabit desolate places...

it was inevitable I loved you - we were soul mates - for the same reason, we were fated to suffer...

the best way to forgive someone is to enter into their sufferings ...

there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...

love is suffering - that's the happy ending...

you either forgive a lover for abandoning you or you forgive God for taking them - either way you have to forgive...

when you enter a room, my wound opens, but there is light, always light, when you come in...

the real absurdity is that to love is to suffer, but the reverse isn't always true...

good words - that triumphalism of positivity- but life will claw and eat you - chew you over and over - if you carry such a small knife ...

you can't rationalize suffering - it's indeterminate - the real unknowable variable God substitutes in...

What you must understand about me is that I'm a deeply unhappy person.

Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.