Quotes About Suffering

It—never—ended. Disease wrecked everything. Romantic relationships. Friendships. Goals. Fun.

E se al suo ritorno, il dolore ti passerà e dovrai ricominciare a tagliarti? La vorrai ancora?» «Mi farei tranquillamente a pezzi se solo potessi averla.»

They have come to my Gethsemane. So also will each of you--for every man must one day face his own Gethsemane.

God does not transform you on a bed of light, life, and grace. His transformation is done on the cross in darkness, poverty, and death.

David was caught in a very uncomfortable position; however, he seemed to grasp a deep understanding of the unfolding drama in which he had been caught. He seemed to understand something that few of even the wisest men of his day understood. Something that in our day, when men are wiser still, even fewer understand. And what was that? God did not have - but wanted very much to have - men and women who would live in pain. God wanted a broken vessel.

you must carry the cross with Christ in this life. Soon enough there will come a time when you will no longer suffer. You will reign with God and He will wipe away your tears with His own hand. In His presence, pain and sighing will forever flee away.

Then do you find it strange that this remarkable event led the young man not to the throne but to a decade of hellish agony and suffering? On that day, David was enrolled, not into the lineage of royalty but into the school of brokenness.

See God's hand in the circumstances of your life. Do you want to experience true happiness? Submit yourself peacefully and simply to the will of God, and bear your sufferings without struggle.

God did not have—but wanted very much to have—men and women who would live in pain. God wanted a broken vessel.

In addition to the human suffering that comes with the current way of working, the opportunity cost of the value that we could be creating is staggering—the authors believe that we are missing out on approximately $2.6 trillion of value creation per year, which is, at the time of this writing, equivalent to the annual economic output of France, the sixth-largest economy in the world.

In addition to the human suffering that comes with the current way of working, the opportunity cost of the value that we could be creating is staggering—the authors believe that we are missing out on approximately $2.6 trillion of value creation per year,

In continuous, Unending suffering, They are firmly rooted in the five desires Like an ox chasing its own tail. Blinded by greed and desire, They are blind and can see nothing. Seeking neither the Buddha With his great power Nor the Dharma, Which can bring an end to suffering. With deeply entrenched wrong views, They try to use suffering to get rid of suffering.

Then I thought to myself: "If I merely praise the Buddha-Vehicle, Beings sunk in suffering Will not be able to believe this Dharma. "And by rejecting the Dharma through unbelief They will fall into the three evil paths. It would be better not to teach the Dharma And quickly enter nirvana.

Time is the fire in which we burn. Gene Roddenberry

Those who become mentally ill often have a history of chronic pain.

Most of our suffering comes from resisting what is already here, particularly our feelings. All any feeling wants is to be welcomed, touched, allowed. It wants attention. It wants kindness. If you treated your feelings with as much love as you treated your dog or your cat or your child, you'd feel as if you were living in heaven every day of your sweet life.

General William T. Sherman

This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo,And we been pilgrymes, passing to and fro.Deeth is an ende of every worldly soore.

If no love is, O God, what fele I so?And if love is, what thing and which is he?If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?

This flour of wyfly pacience.

Then you compared a woman's love to Hell, To barren land where water will not dwell, And you compared it to a quenchless fire, The more it burns the more is its desire To burn up everything that burnt can be. You say that just as worms destroy a tree A wife destroys her husband and contrives, As husbands know, the ruin of their lives.

Recall the cold Of Towton on Palm Sunday before dawn, Wakefield, Tewkesbury : fastidious trumpets Shrilling into the ruck ; some trampled Acres, parched, sodden or blanched by sleet, Stuck with strange-postured dead. Recall the wind's Flurrying, darkness over the human mire.

And so, wish becomes pang; the crave, an ache; pleasure, pain. Losing all its pleasure, anticipation cuts the opposite direction and becomes merely a constant, painful reminder of what they've lost, forever.

That's where thinking started, where thinking stopped, where all her prayers so long ago had dried up. She no longer prayed, nor even dreamed of changing her father. Her dreams now played variations on the theme of escape. And they were nothing more than that —just dreams, just play. She'd been alone at the end of her dreams so many times before and never had God helped her escape her father, because God couldn't, because she would never escape her need to love him.