Quotes About Suffering

There are more tears shed over answered prayers than over unanswered prayers.

But Our Lady allowed this trouble to befall me for the good of my soul; without it, vanity might have crept into my heart, whereas now I was humbled, and looked at myself with profound contempt. My God, Thou alone knowest all that I suffered.

Benevolence requires the steadiness of an elephant—a sense of trusting ourselves and remembering the suffering of others—because it is easy to become irritated with people.

quoniam egestas facile habetur sine damno.

Bad enough to be ill, but to feel compelled to deny the very thing that, in its worst and most active state, defines you is agony indeed.

Religion is for people who don't want to go to hell. Spirituality is for people who've been there.

Why do they call it a 'mental' illness? The pain isn't just in my head; it's everywhere, but mainly at my throat and in my heart. Perhaps my heart is broken.

I am the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be a cheerful face on earth. Whether I shall ever be better I cannot tell; I awfully forbode I shall not. To remain as I am is impossible. I must die or be better.

It did not seem to matter whether I was present or not. After a time I became resentful, feeling that the flowers mocked me, blooming in defiance of my listless misery.

Depression is a paralysis of hope. One thing I know is true. Try never to abandon hope for if you do, hope will surely try to abandon you.

heroism. Her heart is transformed by suffering into one whose quiet and unspectacular faithfulness sustains the

What more can anyone take from me?" said my father, his head bent down. "Everywhere I go I carry my hell with me.

He coughs. Not a good sound. Too deep, too full of coffins. Why is mankind so fucking cruel? Why?

You lost the remembrance of pain through inflicting it.

Human makes the rules, human breaks the rules. Just in the middle of time in that others suffer for good or bad.

We live in a time of era where there is no value for innocence. People don't worth the innocence. And innocent people remain the sufferer and vulnerable to the world.

What can't be cured must be endured.

What a vale of misery this world is! To me it has been emphatically so. Death has pursued me incessantly ever since I was twenty-five. My path has been—how terribly true it is—through the region of his shadow. Sometimes I feel as if I could give up—as if I must give up. And then after all I rise and press on.

Wars have never hurt anybody except the people who die.

There's probably a higher level of Christians being persecuted during the last ten, twenty years than ... throughout human history.

Those cuts on my ribs are because I am trying to open gills before the flood comes.

Ouch." Mr. Bell grabs his arm. Blood darkens his sleeve. "That's a bit sore, Mardellion. And not entirely fair." The tiny bombs that parents bury under their child's skin take years to explode.

This hurts more than anything else because I cannot stop it.

What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but stretch out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge you are nobody for all eternity. A pity I should have to give tongue at the same time, it prevents it from bleeding in peace, licking the lips.