Quotes About Suffering

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.

Through me you pass into the city of woeThrough me you pass into eternal painThrough me among the people lost for aye.Justice the founder of my fabric movedTo rear me was the task of power divine,Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.Before me things create were none, save thingsEternal, and eternal I shall endure.All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

I'll never willingly let you go. Not after all these years of wanting you. You're my life-you're in my head and in my heart and in the air that I breathe. Every conscious moment is filled with you, and I wake every day with your name singing on my mind, I hunger for you every night, and I lie there in that spare bed, sick with longing for you, and sweating because if i come to you, it will be a ....

nel dolore è compimento felice. / Chi ama la vita lo conservi e bruci, / ma resti impassibile, di marmo / a contemplare la sventura mia / e il disinganno. Ché solo morte / esiste e a lei m'affido, tranquillo / negatore terrestre delle Stelle».

Amar la belleza es un sufrimiento, si quienes están a nuestro lado se niegan si quiera a prestarle atención

Takav ni je teret u tom trenutku legao na dušu da sam mislio da ?u umrijeti. Ali, svemir nije tako milosrdan: pustit ?e te da umreš zbog zatrovanog zuba, udarca u glavu, zbog tu?e pogreške ili gluposti, ali te ne?e pustiti da umreš kad to poželiš, jer kad bi to dopuštao, živog bi?a u njemu više ne bi bilo.

Sometimes it takes suffering to reveal to us just how rich we are.

Jesus understands the hurt you feel. He experienced denial and betrayal at the deepest level.

Sometimes it takes suffering to reveal to us just how rich we are. It

Since Jesus went through everything you're going through and more, learn to think like him. Think of your sufferings as a weaning from that old sinful habit of always expecting to get your own way. Then you'll be able to live out your days free to pursue what God wants instead of being tyrannized by what you want. 1 Peter 4:1–2, THE MESSAGE

In order to work, the Jesus tomb hypothesis has to claim that the disciples died for something they knew was a lie—in fact, something they themselves had fabricated. Further, it has to acknowledge that none of the disciples defected, even when faced with suffering and horrible deaths, including stoning and crucifix-ion. Is that likely?

Heaven is Just and Infectious Disease Knocking At Your Door.

Real life's nasty. It's cruel. It doesn't care about heroes and happy endings and the way things should be. In real life, bad things happen. People die. Fights are lost. Evil often wins.

Real life's nasty. It's cruel. It doesn't care about heroes and happy endings and the way things should be. In real life, bad things happen. People die. Fights are lost. Evil often wins.

Even a minute of dying is better than an eternity of nothingness.

The pain didn't bother me. In fact, I welcome it: It meant I was alive.

I hear my silence talked of in every lane; The suppression of a cry is itself a cry of pain.

Mankind is unkind, man.

The guy pulling the trigger," wrote Allen Cole and Chris Bunch, "never suffers as much as the person on the receiving end." It is the existence of the victim's pain and loss, echoing forever in the soul of the killer, that is at the heart of his pain.

I am sick and tired of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell. —William Tecumseh Sherman

Da qualche parte in mezzo alle urla, il dolore leggero al fianco, la colpa, la perdita, sento una spina graffiarmi la retina... o forse è dietro, dentro al mio occhio, in fondo.

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside. My stomach coiled whenever I smelled food that was about to be served to somebody else, knowing it wasn't for me.

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence.

Joy began to feel the weight press down on her. That terrible weight that saps the muscles and grays the day. The one that starts in your head and presses every thought down. Joy got low, and when people are low, they turn to anything for help.