Quotes About Suffering

All these nice clothes, all these jokes and drinks and food, what good does it do? Tomorrow, folk will be poor and starving and dying with a solder's pike in them, and these people will have another celebration, more nice clothes, more jokes, more gems. The suffering is forgotten or ignored - why sorrow? The war victims aren't our people. And then the wheel turns and suddenly they are our people.

When I told you don't touch me to wake me, ever, because I've been in a war and I react violently, you respected me." For a plant person, Rosethorn could sound like iron when she made a point with someone stupid. "Evvy was in that same war. She fought as hard as any adult—harder, sometimes. Yet you refuse to acknowledge that she may suffer the same effects.

If you want the truth, doctor, every day feels like a ritual punishment I have to endure before I'm allowed to die.

It would appear that those who win your love are greatly unfortunate. Do not let it trouble you, said Azhrarn. The misfortune is not yours.

Where were you and your God when he had me down in the snow-what return must I give you for that?

Hope is a punishable offence. The verdict is always death; one more death of the heart.

All at once she saw a young man bound on a wheel of iron; his hair was black, his white body marbed with purple wounds, and his face forever empty.

Electra Chenti in crimson almost black, a diadem of Grechian influence in her uncombed hair from which unravelled a veil like a golden spider's web, studied her narrow hands and the thirteen rings that gripped her fingers. She cared little for any of them. There was only one she hated-on the marriage finger of her left hand. The scalding room had not tinted her white cheeks at all. Yet she had warned a fraction. To a perverse, bitter joy that her daughter, too, must suffer marriage.

Love was like a wild beast gnawing her heart and her vitals. She had been too proud and too outcast and too self-sufficient to know it before.

He suffered no regret, no horror, and yet he suffered something, some incoherent abstract crawling of the flesh and shuddering of the intellect. As if the woman had begun to devour him alive. Or as if he himself, discovering in himself some hidden vault, had opened the door and, let forth monsters.

It would seem it was one thing to be murdered, another to be humiliated.

Unable to confess, they had pleaded to be given peace, pleaded with tears, cries, and ghoulish murders.

Life is catastrophe....Everything is unfair. Who do we complain to in this shitty place?....We all lose everything that matters in the end....it's possible to play it with a kind of joy.p.767, The Goldfinch

The day here is a something without value, a mere torment suffered by living creatures as they await the night. Night is deliverance.

Pain is just weakness leaving your body.

Suffering is an oxymoron. There is unfathomable peace and satisfaction in suffering for Christ. It is as though you have searched endlessly for your purpose in life and now found it in the most unexpected place: In the death of your flesh. It is certainly a moment worth of laughter and dance. And in the end it is not suffering at all. The apostle Paul recommended that we find joy in it. Was he mad?

The world didn't like to look at the dark underside very often. But that didn't change the ugliness; it only ensured that those who perpetuated the ugliness were left alone to kill and maim and rape.

I've come to tell you that it's not your fault," he said. "Michelle's beyond suffering, and yet you suffer, trapped in this hell of your own making. Set yourself free, Olivia. Free to love your daughter as she is, not as you wish she could be. In this you will find more peace than you can possibly imagine.

Pain was not God's plan for this life. It is a reality, but it is not part of the plan." I

He didn't think of the rot as a disease. His mind was sharp, but he'd been swallowed by lies that had long ago persuaded him that this was the way all good men should look and move and feel. Pain was natural. The smell of rotting flesh was more a scent of wholesome humanity than a stench.

It's their way. They don't understand suffering like we do. They live with it every day. - It's not their way. It's the way of Teeleh.

The problem of pain is not a nail in the coffin of Christianity; it is a crowbar that jerks the lid off the coffin and allows all who are willing to climb out of their sleep.

Then maybe you can tell me something else. How is it that Elyon can allow evil to exist in the black forest? Why doesn't he just destroy the Shataiki?" "Because evil provides his creation with a choice," the child said as though the concept was very simple indeed. "And because without it, there could be no love.

Whoever said that a straightened hand was more dramatic than a healed heart anyway? -the character Dr. Paul Thompson from Blessed Child