Quotes About Suffering

À moi. L'histoire d'une de mes folies. - Une saison en enfer

The white men are landing. Cannons! Now we must be baptized, get dressed, and go to work. My heart has been stabbed by grace. Ah! I hadn't thought this would happen!

I have withered within me all human hope. With every silent leap of a sullen beast, I have downed and strangled every joy. I have called for executioners; I want to perish chewing on their gun butts. I have called for plagues, to suffocate in sand and blood. Unhappiness has been my god. I have lain down in the mud, and dried myself off in the crime-infested air. I have played the fool to the point of madness.

I saw that all living things were doomed, to bliss: that's not living; it's just a way to waste what we have, a drain.

And think of me. It's worth the loss of the world. I'm lucky to see my suffering ended. Alas: my life was little more than a few mild madnesses.

Debilidad o fuerza. No sabes a dónde vas ni por qué vas, entra en todas partes, responde a todo. Como si fueras un cadáver ya no te podrán matar.» A la mañana tenía una mirada tan extraviada y un aspecto tan muerto que aquellos que encontré quizá no me hayan visto.

This instant of awakening has conjured a vision of purity! The spirit leads us to God! Bitter misfortune!

S-o pornesc din nou pe drumurile de-aici,împov?rat de propriu-mi viciu,de viciul acesta care ÅŸi-a înfipt în mine r?d?cinile dureroase înc? de la vârsta când am început s? judec,ÅŸi care urc? spre cer,m? loveÅŸte,m? r?stoarn?,m? târ??te dup? el. Ultima inocen?? ÅŸi ultima sfial?.A fost rostit?.A nu-i oferii lumii lehamitea ÅŸi tr?irile mele.

Cielos! ¡Somos ya bastantes los condenados aquí abajo! ¡Llevo ya tanto tiempo en su rebaño! Los conozco a todos. Nos reconocemos siempre; nos damos asco.

On highroads on winter nights, without roof, without clothes, without bread, a voice gripped my frozen heart: "Weakness or strength: there you are, it's strength. You do not know where you are going, nor why you are going; enter anywhere, reply to anything. They will no more kill you than if you were a corpse." In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.

Engoli uma notável poção de veneno - Três vezes seja bendita esta riquíssima ideia! - As entranhas ardem-me. A violência da peçonha galvaniza-me os membros, desfigura-me, atira-me por terra. Morro de sede, sufoco, não posso gritar. É o inferno, a pena capital. Vede como as chamas cobrem tudo! Ardo bastante bem.

Da cane bastonato, si era di nuovo trasformato in un uomo condannato a percepire le bastonate non come dolore fisico, ma come profonda vergogna.

The two foes of human happiness are pain and boredom.

Suffering by nature or chance never seems so painful as suffering inflicted on us by the arbitrary will of another.

It would be better if there were nothing. Since there is more pain than pleasure on earth, every satisfaction is only transitory, creating new desires and new distresses, and the agony of the devoured animal is always far greater than the pleasure of the devourer

Afflictions are light when compared with what we really deserve. They are light when compared with sufferings of the Lord Jesus. But perhaps their real lightness is best seen by comparing them with the weight of glory which is awaiting us.

Suppose the cup be a bitter one which He has given thee to drink, still there is no poison in it. Hath not God said, "I will do you no hurt" (Jer 25:6)! If you be really one of His children thou liest too near Him to injure thee. Thy highest good is ever before Him, and though He spares not the rod when we need it, yet it is love which wields it (Heb 12:6).

Why were not these men of faith delivered like the others? Or, why were not the others suffered to be killed like these? Why should God's power interpose and rescue some and not the others? Why allow Stephen to be stoned to death, and then deliver Peter from prison?

Here then was a case of the sovereign exercise of Divine mercy, for it was just as easy for Christ to heal the whole of that "great multitude" as this one "certain man." But lie did not. He put forth His power and relieved the wretchedness of this one particular sufferer, and for some reason known only to Himself, He declined to do the same for the others.

En un mundo donde el horror se vende como arte, donde el arte nace ya con la pretensión de ser fotografiado, donde convivir con las imágenes del sufrimiento no tiene relación con la conciencia ni con la compasión, las fotos de guerra no sirven para nada.

Love, Don Jaime, love," he went on after a moment of sad reflection. "That is the only thing that can make us happy and, paradoxically, it is also the thing that condemns us to our worst torments. To love is to be enslaved.

Hay un momento complicado, cuando descubres que una guerra civil no es, como crees al principio, la lucha del bien contra el mal… Sólo el horror enfrentado a otro horror.

Vinieron la Verdad y la Justicia a la tierra; la una no halló comodidad por desnuda, ni la otra por rigurosa. Anduvieron mucho tiempo así, hasta que la Verdad, depuro necesitada, asentó con un mudo. La Justicia, desacomodada, anduvo por la tierra rogando a todos, y viendo que no hacían caso de ella y que le usurpaban su nombre para honrar tiranías, determinó volverse huyendo al Cielo.

a unas calles bajas de esta ciudad donde lo fastuoso de la urbe se entenebrece ante la sordidez de la vida de los más desfavorecidos, donde toda necesidad tiene su ejemplo y todo vicio su triste manifestación.