Quotes About Suffering

There is a time for every thing under the sun. You may as well dine first, and be miserable afterwards.

The sweetness of love is short-lived, but the pain endures.

I stand between two worlds. I am at home in neither, and I suffer in consequence. You artists call me a bourgeois, and the bourgeois try to arrest me...I don't know which makes me feel worse.

Whoever loves the more is at a disadvantage and must suffer

Forbearance in the face of fate, beauty constant under torture, are not merely passive. They are a positive achievement, an explicit triumph.

Only death dignifies our sufferings in the eyes of others.

Only incorrigible bohemians find it boring or laughable when a man of talent outgrows the libertine chrysalis stage and begins to perceive and express the dignity of the intellect, adopting the courtly ways of a solitude replete with bitter suffering and inner battles though eventually gaining a position of power and honor among men.

There had always been people who had willingly entered into illness and madness in order to win knowledge for mankind--and knowledge, having been wrested from madness, became health and, once obtained by heroic sacrifice. its possession and use were no longer conditioned by illness and madness. That was the true death on the cross.

Did we not, at the very moment of birth, stumble into agonizing captivity? A prison, a prison with bars and chains everywhere!

Literature is the union of suffering with the instinct for form.

it cannot be said he was suffering: he was drunk in both head and heart, and his steps followed the dictates of the demon whose delight it is to trample human reason and dignity underfoot.

Was heisst denn auch unerträglich, wenn's doch ertragen werden muss und gar nichts anderes übrigbleibt, als es zu tragen, solange der Mensch bei Sinnen ist?

Death alone can make others respect our sufferings; and through death the most pitiable sufferings acquire dignity.

Zar nije svaki ?ovek po jedna omaška i promašaj? Zar on, ve? kako se rodi, ne dospeva u mu?no zato?enje? Robija! Robija! Okovi i stege na sve strane! Kroz rešetke svoje individualnosti žuri ?ovek beznadno, na kružni zid spoljnih okolnosti, sve dok smrt ne do?e i ne zovne ga nazad u zavi?aj i slobodu...

Numai moartea îi putea îndupleca pe alÈ›ii s? se închine în faÈ›a suferinÈ›elor noastre, numai prin ea suferinÈ›ele cele mai meschine devin demne de respect.

Chi più ama è il più debole e deve soffrire.

The one who loves most becomes subordinate and must suffer—his

Demek ki insanlar?n bizim ac?m?za sayg? duymas?n? ölüm saÄŸl?yor, en hazin ac?lar bile ölümle sayg?nl?k kazan?yordu.

I will no longer wound myself with the thoughts and questions that have surrounded me like thorns: that is a penance You do not ask of me.

The Lord did not create suffering. Pain and death came into the world with the fall of man. But after man had chosen suffering in preference to the joys of union with God, the Lord turned suffering itself into a way by which man could come to the perfect knowledge of God.

it is of the very essence of Christianity to face suffering and death not because they are good, not because they have meaning, but because the resurrection of Jesus has robbed them of their meaning.

This is the crucifixion of Christ: in which He dies again and again in the individuals who were made to share the joy and freedom of His grace, and who deny Him.

To know the Cross is not merely to know our own sufferings. For the Cross is the sign of salvation, and no man is saved by his own sufferings. To know the Cross is to know that we are saved by the sufferings of Christ; more, it is to know the love of Christ Who underwent suffering and death in order to save us. It is, then, to know Christ.

Contemplation in the age of Auschwitz and Dachau, Solovky and Karaganda is something darker and more fearsome than contemplation in the age of the Church Fathers. For that very reason, the urge to seek a path of spiritual light can be a subtle temptation to sin. It certainly is sin if it means a frank rejection of the burden of our age, an escape into unreality and spiritual illusion, so as not to share the misery of other men.