Quotes About Suffering

If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.

I spit on my life. Death in battle would be better for me than that I, defeated, survive.

Nothing brings suffering as does the untamed, uncontrolled unattended and unrestrained heart. That heart brings suffering.

And gradually we will rot like old ships or trees But keep Pain far from Me o Lord

We can no longer believe that after death, if we have sinned, we shall enter hell. Hell has been acted out here on Earth in the time of Nazi Germany, when even the innocent went in their millions to a hell that beggars the imagination. A profound change in attitude has come about as a result.

Kline felt his limbs grow suddenly heavy, the missing limb most of all.

The scourge, which the Romans called the flagrum, was a long-handled whip that branched out into multiple leather thongs a total of five feet in length. At the end of each thong was a knot with an embedded piece of iron or glass. The sharp material would rip the flesh from the victim in streaks of bloody gore down their backs.

They all tended to portray a gloomy dark world where the unrighteous dead suffered in one form or another. The righteous dead, however were taken away to garden paradises, or "Isles of the Blessed.

It was not through the childish fun and shallow pleasures of youth that a man and woman would become one soul and plumb the depths of intimacy. It was through mutual pain and suffering. It was in sharing hope in the midst of pain that they touched the very presence of God.

Something caught her eye in the tree root next to her. She looked closer. She jumped back in fright. The surface of the tree was not merely wooden bark, but it appeared to be the forms of myriads of humans fused into the bark, melted into the wood. They had become part of the wood themselves. They were frozen in agonized and painful positions. It was subtle, but she could see it. And it was like the entire tree was made out of these frozen statues of human pain.

Suffering Servant, and I quote, 'But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities… And they made his grave with the wicked… Yet, when his soul makes an offering for guilt, he shall see his offspring; he shall prolong his days; the will of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.

Jesus bar Joseph stumbled on the rocky wasteland. His staff kept him shakily on his feet as he leaned on it for support. His hood barely shielded him from the scorching bright sun high above. The howling winds felt like waves of heat from a blacksmith's furnace. His sandaled feet pained at each step with sunburnt exposure. His lips were parched, cracked and bleeding.

Water. He craved water. He had a headache, a backache, his entire body ached. He had been fasting for over thirty days now, he couldn't remember exactly how many. He had lost track. Dizziness finally brought him to the ground, his knees stinging on the gravelly desert floor. "Had enough?" The whisper penetrated him with a sweet malice. He ingested dust from a gust of wind and coughed. It stuck in his dry throat and he suffered a coughing fit that made the burning even worse.

Canaan was a tall lanky man. As part of the slave force of Nimrod's growing kingdom, he did not receive any more rations than his fellow slaves, and thus he suffered, for the need of his larger frame which rose a head above the others exceeded that of the others. He entered Ishtar's tent behind Sinleqi, moving slowly and unresponsively. His malnourished body looked skeletal, with his eyes sunken in their sockets. The voice of Ishtar boomed across the space, "Welcome, Canaan!

His mother died of Alzheimer's, and in his opinion, burning to death in a burst of clinging napalm would be preferable to that.

Love and intimacy are at the root of what makes us sick and what makes us well, what causes sadness and what brings happiness, what makes us suffer and what leads to healing. … I am not aware of any other factor in medicine—not diet, not smoking, not exercise, not stress, not genetics, not drugs, not surgery—that has a greater impact on our quality of life, incidence of illness, and premature death from all causes.

As Christian mystic Pierre Teilhard de Chardin once said: "We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience." He was right. If we recognize the soul lesson, we can grow beyond suffering, and there is no stress in this state of understanding.

Cuando somos impacientes, provocamos sufrimiento en nosotros mismos y en los demás. Nos precipitamos y juzgamos con imprudencia, actuamos sin tener en consideración las consecuencias de lo que hacemos. Nuestras elecciones son forzadas y, a menudo, incorrectas; y el precio que pagamos por ellas, elevado.

Según Ornish, «del amor y de la intimidad depende que enfermemos y nos mantengamos sanos, que nos pongamos tristes y que nos alegremos, que suframos y que nos curemos

the tears of the innocent are heavier than the guilty, but in the end they are still just tears

have seen the heart Move like a doe through the woods, move Like a stunned doe, deeper and deeper, Through trees that turn and close behind her, The way water closes over a dropped stone, Or a torn limb, or a lasting wound … from "Botticelli's St. Sebastian

If you're gonna leave, I wish you'd just leave. Why do you keep coming back if you're not going to stay? Because even when you're gone, you're never really gone... I won't get over it if you keep coming back. Losing you once was hard enough. And now you're here again and everything's coming back. I'm going to get screwed. And I can't do it again.

But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?

But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another.