Quotes About Suffering

I had the white gowns and the white shoes. And every night they'd bring me the white gardenias and the white junk. When I was on, I was on and nobody gave me any trouble. No cops, no Treasury agents, nobody. I got into trouble when I tried to get off.

Pink ribbon scars That never forget I've tried so hard To cleanse these regrets My angel wings Were bruised and restrained My belly stings

Distraction is the only thing that consoles us for miseries and yet it is itself the greatest of our miseries.

Imagine a number of men in chains, all under sentence of death, some of whom are each day butchered in the sight of others those remaining see their own condition in that of their fellows, and looking at each other with grief and despair await their turn. This is an image of the human condition.

Do you want it always to cost me the blood of my humanity while you do not even shed a tear?

And if it were true, we do not think all philosophy is worth one hour of pain.

The motions of Grace, the hardness of heart; external circumstances.

So I hold out my arms to my Redeemer, who, having been foretold for four thousand years, has come to suffer and to die for me on earth, at the time and under all the circumstances foretold. By His grace, I await death in peace, in the hope of being eternally united to Him. Yet I live with joy, whether in the prosperity which it pleases Him to bestow upon me, or in the adversity which He sends for my good, and which He has taught me to bear by His example. 737

Let us imagine a number of men in chains, and all condemned to death, where some are slaughtered each day in the sight of the others, and those who remain see their own fate in that of their fellows, and wait their turn, looking at each other sorrowfully and without hope. It is an image of the condition of men.

What does it say about this "God" that, even though he is "all-powerful" and could easily have prevented the Israelites from being enslaved in the first place, and then subsequently could have freed them once they were enslaved, he would instead choose to intentionally prolong the suffering of both the Israelites and the Egyptians merely so that he could show off his—powers? Is that God any kind of God to uphold or believe in?

There's no liquor in the land that can stop your brain from bleedin

If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, just remind me to show you the scars.

If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise Remind me to show you the scars

When the cities are on fire with the burning flesh of men Just remember that death is not the end.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me You'll never know the hurt I suffer nor the pain I rise above And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or you kind of love And it makes me feel so sorry.

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content.

Mama, take this badge off of me I can't use it anymore It's getting dark, too dark for me to see I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That long black cloud is comin' down I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

The word freedom lost much of its strength when one's back was weighted down with fieldwork.

Pain is weakness leaving the body.

In Vietnam today there is a My Lai Museum. Hersh visited it in early 2015 for The New Yorker and noted the names and ages of the victims listed on a marble plaque. The count of the dead is no longer in dispute: a total of 504 people from 247 families; 24 families lost everyone—three generations, no survivors. Included in the 504 were 60 elderly men, and 282 women (17 of whom were pregnant). A total of 173 children were killed; 53 were infants.

God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war. God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them.

Si la souffrance contraint à la créativité, cela ne signifie pas qu'il faille être contraint à la souffrance pour devenir créatif.

No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there in the world, is unmixed with compassion. The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to be a victim.