Quotes About Suffering

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Where exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere?

I own that I cannot see as plainly as others do, and as I should wish to do, evidence of design and beneficence on all sides of us. There seems to me too much misery in the world. I cannot persuade myself that a beneficent and omnipotent God would have designedly created the Ichneumonidae with the express intention of their feeding within the living bodies of Caterpillars, or that a cat should play with mice.

What is this peace, different from that which the world gives? This peace is the one your love gives... a peace greater than suffering, not a peace without war, but a peace in spite of war, during war, above war, the peace of the soul, having, through love, its whole life in heaven and thus enjoying the peace of heaven in spite of everything which may happen on earth around it and against it. - from Michel Carrouges, Soldier of the Spirit

I no longer want a monastery which is too secure, I want a small monastery, like the house of a poor workman who is not sure if tomorrow he will find work and bread, who with all his being shares the suffering of the world.

Crosses release us from this world, and by doing so, bind us to God. —Charles de Foucauld

Suffering has been greater than all other teachings. I have been bent and broken, but I hope into a better shape.

Discontent, then, arises from absurd notions of equality, from natural conditions of inequality, from false notions of education, and from the very patent fact, in this age, that men have been educated into wants much more rapidly than social conditions have been adjusted, or perhaps ever can be adjusted, to satisfy those wants. Beyond all the actual hardship and suffering, there is an immense mental discontent which has to be reckoned with.

It's a good thing war is so terrible or else we'd get to liking it too much.

she claimed it's a sign of God's mercy that He won't let us remember the reddest details of pain. He knows the parts we can't bear and won't let our minds render them again. In time, from disuse, they pale away. At least such was her thinking. God lays the unbearable on you and then takes some back.

Inman felt like God's most marauded bantling.

History in the making, at least on the personal level, is almost exclusively pathetic. People suffer and die in ignorance and delusion.

this…living with a broken heart is living half dead, and that doesn't mean you're half alive. It means you're half dead. And…that's no way to live.

Åži uneori rugat-am un vin de nobil soi O zi m?car s?-mi sting? durerilor noianul, Dar vinul face ochiul mai clar, mai fin timpanul; Am c?utat uitarea în dragoste apoi: Ea îns?-i pentru mine un pat de spini ÅŸi bârfe, În care-mi sorb paharul nes??ioase târfe!

When you suffer and lose, that does not mean you are being disobedient to God. In fact, it might mean you're right in the center of His will. The path of obedience is often marked by times of suffering and loss.

Unfair suffering is never funny.

Why should He have to suffer on behalf of humanity? Nomoral imperative required God to sacrifice His Son. He would be no less holy or righteous if He allowed the race of sin-sick humans to suffer the just consequences of their own rebellion. Nothing compelled Jesus to complete the mission—nothing, that is, except love for the people He had made and obedience to His Father.

I've suffered for what I know, so I'm not going to let you off the hook with a simple one-liner. I think you deserve a detailed explanation.

I hadn't realized that a break in a bone could be so exquisitely painful. I'd feel a greater tolerance for the the wounded after this.

dark periods when living seems to be harder than giving up. Have you never felt that death seemed a friend you could turn to gladly?" Hamish

La vita? Che tipo di vita? Mi hai dato il tuo sangue, i tuoi lineamenti e mi hai dato una madre nera. Povera disgraziata! È morta sotto la frusta, perché aveva troppa dignità come donna per voler vendere l'anima. Mi hai dato uno spirito da bianco, poi hai fatto di me uno schiavo, e lo hai schiacciato.

I want to be bruised by God. I want to be strung up in a strong light and singled out. I want to be stretched, like music wrung from a dropped seed. I want to be entered and picked clean.

There something I can do to get this over with quick? Like, can I just run in front of a cab and take my lumps and we call it even? As opposed to you cutting off my nose and all, I mean.