Quotes About Suffering

There is a wound in the flesh of human life that scars when it heals and often enough seems never to heal at all. Avoid

Well, he says, basically, that people have to suffer to really recognize grace when it comes. I

My faith tells me that God shared poverty, suffering, and death with human beings, which can only mean that such things are full of dignity and meaning, even though to believe this makes a great demand on one's faith, and to act as if this were true in any way we understand is to be ridiculous. It is ridiculous also to act as if it were not absolutely and essentially true all the same. Even though we are to do all we can to put an end to poverty and suffering.

Well, but how deeply I regret any sadness you have suffered and how grateful I am in anticipation of any good you have enjoyed. That is to say, I pray for you. And there's an intimacy in it. That's the truth.

Man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upward.

But when folks are down to the one thing that keeps them alive, that one thing can be meanness. It

would come to me and ask me how the Lord could allow such a thing. I felt like asking them what the Lord would have to do to tell us He didn't allow something.

Les gens éprouvent une grande souffrance, et nous passons tous notre temps à essayer de la refouler. Et quand on refoule une souffrance émotionnelle assez longtemps elle se transforme en souffrance physique.

The perception is that an artist has to suffer. I've suffered enough in my lifetime.

In insomnia we encounter the very heart of love's darkness: the essential otherness of the beloved.

Having witnessed in his own life much agony and the horrors of war, Kepler concluded that Earth really created two notes, mi for misery (miseria in Latin) and fa for famine (fames in Latin). In Kepler's words: the Earth sings MI FA MI, so that even from the syllable you may guess that in this home of ours Misery and Famine hold sway.

When they come... they come at what you love.

At one of these shrines, Michael saw a woman on her knees praying, her husband sitting in their donkey-drawn cart guzzling a bottle of wine. The donkey's head dropped like a martyr's.

How terrible man had been to his fellow man could be measured by the great exodus from what seemed to be a Garden of Eden.

It's easier to imagine the death of one person than those of a hundred or a thousand. When multiplied, suffering becomes abstract. It's not easy to be moved by abstract things.

Lo injusta que es a veces la suerte con los artistas que sueñan con encontrar el Paraíso en este terrenal valle de lágrimas.

Ik was de onbaatzuchtigste, de meest toegewijde van haar minnaars en gelegenheidsvriendjes. De opofferingsgezinde, gezeglijke sukkel.

Es más fácil imaginar la muerte de una persona que la de cien o mil —murmuró el barón—. Multiplicado, el sufrimiento se vuelve abstracto.

Was there no limit to the suffering of human beings? The world was infested with these enclaves of savagery that awaited him in Putumayo. How many? Hundreds, thousands, millions? Could the hydra be defeated? Its head was cut off in one place and reappeared in another, bloodier and more horrifying.

Y es el sufrimiento del alma, sobre todo, el que hace buenos a los buenos

Martyrdom is something a Christian resigns himself to, not an end he seeks out.

Valía la pena, papá? ¿Era por la ilusión de estar disfrutando del poder? A veces pienso que no, que medrar era lo secundario. Que, en verdad, a ti, a Arala, a Pichardo, a Chirinos, a Álvarez Pina, a Manuel Alfonso, les gustaba ensuciarse. Que Trujillo les sacó del fondo del alma una vocación masoquista, de seres que necesitaban ser escupidos, maltratados, que sintiéndose abyectos se realizaban. El

Un tiro es un segundo. Eso es preferible a irse muriendo de a poquitos, de hambre, de frío, de soledad, de tristeza.

cover the twenty-five in sacks soaked in gasoline. Then they set fire to them. Shrieking, transformed into human torches, some managed to put out the flames by rolling on the ground but were left with terrible burns. Those who threw themselves into the river like flaming meteors drowned. Macedo, Loaysa, and Velarde finished off the wounded with their revolvers.