Quotes About Suffering

Ljudi su ljudi i sve je ljudsko samo ljudsko, nažalost!

In the final analysis, the only available options are either to reject the cross and with it the core of the Christian faith or to take up one's cross, follow the Crucified-and be scandalized ever anew by the challenge.

Without love we all like birds with broken wings.

Dying is only one thing to be sad over. Living unhappily is something else.

the pain we suffer is a way to make us appreciate what comes next.

War could bond men like a magnet, but like a magnet it could repel them, too. The things they saw, the things they did. Sometimes they just wanted to forget.

When hope is gone, time is punishment.

Shouldn't the world stop? Don't they know what has happened to me?

Despair has its own voice. It is a prayer unlike any other.

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up.

And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creatures endures. A fear of time running out

I HAVE A HEARTBURN AND DIAHREA AT THE MOMENT--LIFE'S ABITCH. CHAT LATER? [signed] SORE TUSH

But it's hard to explain, Mitch. Now that I'm suffering, I feel closer to people who suffer than I ever did before.. ..I feel their anguish as if it were my own. I don't know any of these people. But - how can I put this? - I'm almost... drawn to them.

you feel like a steel door has been locked; you're banging, but they just can't hear you. And being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in.

Dying is only one thing to be sad about, Mitch. Living unhappily is something else"—

ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax.

I needed help. Why didn't you help me? . . . God . . . forgives me. Why didn't you?

It's only horrible if you see it that way, Morrie said. It's horrible to watch my body slowly wilt away to nothing. But it's also wonderful because of all the time I get to say good-bye. He smiled. Not everyone is so lucky.

The power of misery is its long shadow. It darkens everything within view.

Amazing, I thought. I worked in the news business. I covered stories where people died. I interviewed grieving family members. I even attended the funerals. I never cried. Morrie, for the suffering of people half a world away, was weeping. Is this what comes at the end, I wondered? Maybe death is the great equalizer, the one big thing that can finally make strangers shed a tear for one another.

But it's hard to explain, Mitch. Now that I'm suffering, I feel closer to people who suffer than I ever did before. The other night, on TV, I saw people in Bosnia running across the street, getting fired upon, killed, innocent victims... and I just started to cry. I feel their anguish as if it were my own. I don't know any of these people. But--how can I put this?--I'm almost... drawn to them.

His hair fell out, his face went gaunt as a skeleton.

Why suffer in front of so many people?

Without love, we are birds with broken wings.