Quotes About Suffering

When the vivid reality which is meant by these rather abstract words is truly possessed by us, when that which is unchanging in ourselves is given its chance, and emerges from the stream of succession to recognise its true home and goal, which is God—then, though much suffering may, indeed will, remain; apprehension, confusion, instability, despair, will cease.

that "henceforth the heat of having shall never scorch him more.

No one is ever holy without suffering.

Pezzo di merda! Vorrei solo che avessi sofferto di più! Hai avuto la fine che meritavi! Spero che bru- (Piece of shit! I only wished you'd suffered more! You met the fate you deserved!

We must first understand that both our pain and our suffering are truly our path, our teacher. While this understanding doesn't necessarily entail liking our pain or our suffering, it does liberate us from regarding them as enemies we have to conquer. Once we have this understanding, which is a fundamental change in how we relate to life, we can begin to deal with the layers of pain and suffering that make up so much of our existence.

The real trouble with war (modern war) is that it gives no one a chance to kill the right people.

Esclavo es aquel que espera por alguien que venga y lo libere

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.

Hunger precipitated despair.

I would like to see all this as a big joke that is being played upon us, but I have seen what was wrought in the past--the men who were destroyed without their being lifted from the dungheap of poverty, without recourse to justice.

You will be surprised how much punishment the human body can take, if there is enough will - or faith.

Time will come that all that we love, we will eventually lose, and all that we hate we will eventually face.

suffering sweetens the reward

A menudo doy el ejemplo de un niño enfermo, con fiebre, con dolor. Gime, su madre acude a su lado y le coge la mano. Lo ama. El sufrimiento del niño no desaparece, pero se transforma; le duele, pero se siente amado, apoyado. Su espacio se abre a algo que no es la enfermedad, sino algo más fuerte que esa enfermedad. La enfermedad naturalmente persiste, pero al mismo tiempo es otra. Ahora se siente seguro.

What is this thing that makes us human? Birth, heartbreak, a desire for safety and order? Is it anger, shame, or fear? What we desire is unattainable and although we know it, we keep striving for it. Sisyphus, the Greek god, and all that.

Always fiercely independent, Ruth's ailment now made her dependent on others—a situation she found hard to bear. Now she had to learn the lessons of submission in times of suffering, and to seek deliverance from

Soul rotted before my eyes.

Maybe it never got easier for the families concerned. Perhaps they just got slowly more and more used to it until, one day, they were able to wake up and could simply ignore the pain and loss for whole hours at a time.

Hope was a bitch. It tormented you far more than pain or grief ever did.

On the far horizon waved some flicker of light My heart, a city of suffering, awoke in a state of dream My eyes, turning restless, still dreaming, the morning, dawning in this vacuous abode of separation.

Why does a heart wear its eyes into hell like slivers of false sunshine

Since love came over and knocked me down, Then kicked me in the side and fled, I have suffered from a prolonged perplexity. God is the object of my wonder and the closest to me. Especially near sleep. My sheets are like the wings of a guardian angel. There is no other fabric so near to my feelings.

The pain is real!

My education had equipped me to suffer in silence, a form of passive endurance. Even though I know nothing about being brave, I soon realised that self-denial was like self-immolation. It was a state of stasis that relieved one of the responsibility to change things. [162]