Quotes About Suffering

It is by a wise economy of nature that those who suffer without change, and whom no one can help, become uninteresting. Yet so it may happen that those who need sympathy the most often attract it the least.

For a Christian, the most essential thing God does in time, in all of human history, is to be that man in the crowd; a man under arrest, and on his way to our common catastrophe.

I only believe in one miracle - the miracle of pain. Because it is a miracle that the heart ca bear what it is given to bear. And when it can't bear it anymore it is a miracle, too, to have a way to escape.

Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others' pain, And perish in our own.

Pero, cuando comienzan las desgracias en uno, parece que nunca se han de acabar, que andan encadenadas y unas traian a otras.

Yo ansí, náufrago amante y peregrino, que en borrasca de amor por Lisis muero, sigo insano furor de alto destino.

She abandoned me. This was devastating. And the paradox was that the moment she abandoned me, she began to be with me at all times, constantly abandoning me wherever I would go, whatever I would do and with whomever I was. And the pain was unbearable. Hence, I decided to abandon everyone and everything, remaining with nothing, doing nothing and being absolutely alone. Well, the paradox is that she is still there!

History is little else than a picture of human crimes and misfortunes.

Only now did I become throughly acquainted with the seducer of our people. It is not the inequality which is the real misfortune, it is the dependance.

Every little girl knows about love. It is only her capacity to suffer because of it that increases.

Most of life is unbearable. It's unbearable but we bear it

They don't guards me! They make me be dam' fool clowns for Neptuners to laugh at. 'Get sky hook! Get bucket steam-ice!' That's what them lizards-men holler at me.

They found Caddo in the lounge of Oridin's house chewing on a book of logarithms. His mind was gone. He could only babble figures. His fingers twitched with cramps from writing with a pencil and punching the keys of the calculating machine.

we know what pain is, and what suffering is, from your point of view.

Those whom we find most difficult to love are those who need our love the most. The reason others seem unlovable is usually because they have already been hurt, and they are reacting to those hurts. They are suffering in their personalities the wounds of rejection. They need others who will love them with a God kind of love. Each additional rejection intensifies the wounds of previous rejections. 1

Referring to the imprisonment of Oscar Wilde] ... Will civilization never reach humane ideals? Will men always punish most severely the sins they do not understand and which hold forth for them no temptation? Did Jesus suffer in vain?

There are special reasons, too, why I should handle this story. Oscar Wilde was a friend of mine for many years: I could not help prizing him to the very end: he was always to me a charming, soul-animating influence. He was dreadfully punished by men utterly his inferiors: ruined, outlawed, persecuted till Death itself came as a deliverance.

hers was the heartlessness of poverty, which, it seemed to me, is different from the heartlessness of wealth. p 290

Pain, the idea that something that is gone forever can nonetheless remain so cruelly alive.

People everywhere brag and whimper about the woes of their early years, but nothing can compare with the Irish version: the poverty; the shiftless loquacious father; the pious defeated mother moaning by the fire; pompous priests; bullying school masters; the English and the terrible things they did to us for eight hundred long years. Above all -- we were wet.

In the lower orders infanticide was the preferred method of birth control, but attitudes towards this swung sharply negative under the Antonines, in contrast to the tolerance in the late republic and first century of the empire.95 Avoiding reproduction out of financial meanness, or the desire to avoid the pain and suffering of child mortality, produced a distinctive mindset in the second century AD.

You can never escape me. Bullets don't harm me. Nothing harms me. But I know pain. I KNOW pain. Sometimes I share it. With someone like you.

God does not waste an ounce of our pain or a drop of our tears; suffering doesn't come our way for no reason, and He seems efficient at using what we endure to mold character. If we are malleable, He takes our bumps and bruises and shapes them into something beautiful.

Maybe they notice me wincing whenever I hear them say it, but I don't know: there are all sorts of reasons I could be wincing. Life is a wince-a-thon.