Quotes About Suffering

With the world in the state it is, it's such a small, small thing. But I think the sad fact is that I'm about as happy in my life as you are in yours. I do my best for my mother—or, I tell myself that I do. Sometimes I seem to do nothing but scold her; we cross each other like a pair of scissors. She isn't happy, either. How could she be? I think she's simply marking time. Well, perhaps we all are.

How ill a man may grow,' he says, 'from the sight of the spilling of a little of his own blood. What monsters you females must be, to endure this, month upon month. No wonder you are prone to madness.

I said slowly that, yes, I had seen wretched things there. I said I had seen women unable to speak, because the matrons kept them silent. I had seen women harm themselves, for the variety of it. I had seen women driven mad. There was a woman dying there, I said, because she was kept so cold and badly fed. There was another who had put out her own eye—

this feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. it covers me, like skin.

While I may not take away every hurt, I will always give you what you need to live joyfully—in spite of the hurts. Just ask.

Trust that I know what I'm doing—that I can bring good out of everything you encounter, everything you endure. Don't let your past or present suffering contaminate your view of the future. I am the Lord of your future, and I have good things in store for you.

Evaluate how well you are handling the adversity in your life. I don't waste anything, including your suffering.

We must go through many hardships to enter the kingdom of God," they said. —ACTS 14:21–22

Das ist so ein dichterischer Unsinn – die Reihenfolge der Tage. Es gibt keinerlei Reihenfolge, die Tage kommen, wann es ihnen passt, manchmal auch ein paar auf einmal. Es kommt auch vor, dass ein Tag lange nicht kommt. Dann lebt man in die Leere, begreift nichts und ist recht krank. Und andere Leute auch, sind auch krank, aber sie halten den Mund.

I want to tell you, don't marry suffering. Some people do. They get married to it, and sleep and eat together, just as husband and wife. If they go with joy they think it's adultery.

Anxiety destroys scale, and suffering makes us lose perspective.

I want to tell you, don't marry suffering. Some people do. They get married to it, and sleep and eat together, just as husband and wife. If they go with joy they think it's adultery.

Oh, I've been around since the Greeks. Anyway, part of being a god is doing things to destroy yourself. It's like being a human. We're all trapped in the same economy.

I'm the drowning boy. I've been drowning for years.

Jesus sufferes to sympathize with our sufferings.

our pain, we are invited to join Jesus so he can share our pain.

Overall, then, fasting is how Israel responded when God's glory was dishonored, when God's will was thwarted, when God's people suffered defeat, or when one of God's people experienced sickness, tragedy, or death. God's people, in effect then, took up the posture of God toward grievous events when they fasted.

even Jesus was resurrected with his wounds." I like that: we, too, are raised to a vocation with the wounds of our past intact, visible, and a witness to what God can do.

At the judgment Jesus will not ask us about our gifts. He will ask if our cheeks have touched the cheeks of those who suffer, if our hands have held the hands of those who endure pain, and if our gifts are directed at those who most need them.

Martin Luther King Jr., closing down one of his sermons in the early days in Montgomery, speaks of what it means to be a witness: Honesty impels me to admit that transformed nonconformity, which is always costly and never altogether comfortable, may mean walking through the valley of the shadow of suffering, losing a job, or having a six-year-old daughter ask, "Daddy, why do you have to go to jail so much?

A] common denominator in European wars going back to the Crusades--no matter who won or lost, the one fairly reliable constant was that Jews somewhere were going to suffer.

Bronchial fix, lung lining expanding again, pounding holes, stabbing me in the back, bacterial traitor, wheezing breath from me, giving me the wonderful opportunity to take panting lessons from Rover.

My advisors tell me I've been poisoned and that I do it to myself, but their tongues speak only half-truths, for I was born to suffer, and that is truth incarnate.

The few who are ballsy enough to actually live wind up in madhouses, tortured by actuality. We all wind up in the same place anyhow … food for unseeing worms.