Quotes About Suffering

I would not have been able to articulate it at that time, but I had begun a painful journey toward an impossible goal, a journey that lasted a long time: how to love a God who hurts you.

Will you be all right?" she asked How could I be? Would you be all right, I felt like screaming, if you'd just watched your family taken away, watched your entire town taken away, to be murdered . I'll never be alright.

There is justice in an insanely cruel world.

It's not right to profit from another person's suffering.

We can see the smoke of a burning home, but who can know of a burning heart? MALAY SAYING

What is it then? Life? When it is only agony, why not take it? Is that not the kinder thing?

the world is full of evil wretches who seek nothing but their own self-gratification, and they don't give a damn whom they hurt in the process.

You were a painting by Matisse, but you took sleeping pills.

O Brasil precisa ser dirigido por uma pessoa que já passou fome. A fome também é professora. Quem passa fome aprende a pensar no próximo, e nas crianças.

A vida para uns são cheias de curvas que dá impressão que êles seguem para o calvário conduzindo uma cruz que se chama"Custo de Vida

She had a sense of herself being brain dead: running on tubes and machines.

You miss me. And I miss you. It hurts, seeing you at that fire, giving your hands to the heat, the way I gave my hand to fire, only different. I imagine pushing you into the red abyss and jumping in after you, with you, so we can burn together, forever, a tree of life, light, sex.

Lullabies for Suffering Tales of Addiction Horror

know I should apologize and tell her that she's right, that I do wish Jon would see me, that it's eating me alive. But the thing about things that break your heart, it's hard to validate them by saying them out loud.

I know. Life isn't fair. But just once, I wanted love to be fair. I did everything right. Everything. And now I'm losing you, aren't I?

It didn't occur to me that there was something decidedly odd in finding a box of razor blades aesthetically appealing. I wonder if a heroin addict loves the elegant simplicity of the needle, if a drinker romances the curve and shape of the bottle.

Of course, there is no simple answer. Trying to describe the process of becoming an alcoholic is like trying to describe air. It's too big and mysterious and pervasive to be defined. Alcohol is everywhere in your life, omnipresent, and you're both aware and unaware of it almost all the time; all you know is you'd die without it

I don't think you can get really out of anorexia (or any addiction, for that matter) until you simply have no other choice, until the sense that your back's against the wall grows too strong and too irrefutable, until you are simply in too much pain - too desperate and deeply bored and unhappy - to go on.

Which is worse, she thinks, waiting for the sting, or the sting itself?

Yazd?klar?m? biri okuyacak olursa, belki de: "Söylediklerinin hepsi yalan," diyecek. Ama bu sefalet öylesine gerçek ki...

she came as near as ever she came to kneeling and thanking God for all good and all ill that He had ever sent upon her. She thought: next time I will wait and learn His purpose before I rail against His harshness. God was teacing her a mighty means of battle, she thought - a force stronger than force; He had whispered a secret in her ear - patience.

Guess you never know how much you like the water until the well runs dry, and if I can't have your love unconditionally, then I'll just have to do without it until you grow up.

The endless, unrelieved suffering of so many who are unable to deliver themselves is a reality we can no longer ignore.

In order to start our mythic journey to end our suffering, we need to enter into a real and dynamic dialogue with our hearts. Start by writing a letter to your heart, telling it all that's going on with you now and asking it for guidance.