Quotes About Suffering

Even God couldn't be that cruel.

The next morning, shortly after sunrise, the Reb was awakened for a sponge bath. It was quiet and early. The nurse bathed him gently, and he was singing and humming to her, alive with the day. Then his head slumped and his music stopped forever.

I tried to stop your suffering, he said. We cannot stop what Heaven chooses. She smiled weakly. Stay with me. Forever.

But today is not yesterday, and the Reb could do nothing but listen to the worst imaginable words—We couldn't save her—told to him by a doctor he had never met before that night. How could this happen? She had been perfectly normal earlier in the day, a playful child, her whole life before her. We couldn't save her? Where is the logic, the order of life?

Eddie doesn't answer. The old darkness has taken a seat beside him. He is used to it by now, making room for it the way you make room for a commute on a crowded bus.

We are taught that we come from God, that we were created in His image, but the things we do as we grow, the way we behave, what is godlike about that? And the terrible things that befall us? How does a supreme being permit them?

Y sin esperanza, el tiempo es un castigo

It is the inner torture of every captured soldier, the short distance between freedom and seizure. If Eddie could only jump up and grab the wing of this plane, he could fly away from this mistake.

Just stop, ok? Can't you see we're slowly dying here? People are slowly dying everywhere - they are continuously living. Every moment they draw breath, they can find glory I put here on Earth, if they look for it. TBH, this feels more like Hell.

After Lilly's death, Inspector LeFleur viewed things differently. Why turn to God now? Where was God when his MIL fell asleep? Where was God when his daughter got swept into the sea? What kind of God lets a child die that way? There was no comfort in invisible forces, not for LeFleur. There was only what got put in front of you and how you dealt with it. If he was in the lifeboat he would have pinned him down and held Him accountable for all the horrors He allowed in this world.

He tolerated it until he could tolerate it no more.

Hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved

felt heavy all the time. My breathing was labored, my posture stooped. I worried that I was ill. I realize now this was merely the weight of love that had nowhere to go.

If you were really God," I seethed, "you would have stopped him." He looked to the sea and shook his head. "God starts things," he said. "Man stops them.

And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

Its the inner torture of every captured soldier, the shot distance between freedom and seizure.

you were really God," I seethed, "you would have stopped him.

Man suffers for his art.

Those supporters pay dollars but make us pay with blood.

The good times are killing me

If life's not beautiful without the pain, well I'd just rather never ever even see beauty again.

All women speak two languages: the language of men and the language of silent suffering. Some women speak a third, the language of queens.

It is remarkable indeed how we human beings are capable of delighting in the mating call of a flower while we are surrounded by the charred carcasses of our fellow animals.

A woman walks by the gate, leading a little boy with a balloon of hunger in his belly and hair bleached by malnutrition.