Quotes About Suffering

El plan de salvación no ofrece a los creyentes una vida libre de sufrimientos y pruebas antes de llegar al Reino; por el contrario, les pide que sigan a Cristo en la misma senda de abnegación y vituperio. [...] Por medio de estas pruebas y persecuciones, el carácter de Cristo se reproduce y se revela en su pueblo. [...] Nuestra participación en los sufrimientos de Cristo nos educa y disciplina, y nos prepara para compartir la gloria del mundo venidero" (CBA 6:565).

I will hurt you for this. A day will come when you think you are safe and happy and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you will know the debt is paid.

Yet even so the darkness thickened, until it covered his eyes and filled his nose and stopped his ears, so he could not see or smell or hear or run, and the grey cliffs were gone and the dead horse was gone and his brother was gone and all was black and still and black and cold and black and dead and black…

Why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?

Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.

The High Septon once told me that as we sin, so do we suffer. If that's true, Lord Eddard, tell me… why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones?

Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.

Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don't have the strength to fight it.

Was there ever a war where only one side bled?

Only a man who's been burned knows what hell is truly like.

Drowning was bad enough. But drowning sad and sober, that's too cruel.

The old man laid a withered, spotted hand on his shoulder. "It hurts, boy," he said softly. "Oh, yes. Choosing . . . it has always hurt. And always will. I know.

Sunset found her squatting in the grass, groaning. Every stool was looser than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up, she was shitting brown water. The more she drank the more she shat, but the more she shat, the thirstier she grew.

Perhaps I will die too, she told herself, and the thought did not seem so terrible to her. If she flung herself from the window, she could put an end to her suffering, and in the years to come the singers would write songs of her grief. Her body would lie on the stones below, broken and innocent, shaming all those who had betrayed her. Sansa went so far as to cross the bedchamber and throw open the shutters ... but then her courage left her, and she ran back to her bed, sobbing.

Death is not the worst thing. It is His gift to us, and end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life beside us. When our sins and our sufferings grow to great to be borne, the angel takes us.

why is the world so full of pain and injustice ? » « Because of men like you. » « There are no 'men like me'. There's only me. »

That was the way of this cold world, where men fished the sea and dug in the ground and died, whilst women brought forth short-lived children from beds of blood and pain.

Choosing … it has always hurt. And always will.

He had chosen a hard life... or perhaps he should say that a hard life had been chosen for him

Una vez el Septon Supremo me dijo que el sufrimiento es el precio que pagamos por nuestros pecados. Si eso es cierto, decidme, Lord Eddard... ¿por qué son siempre los inocentes los que más sufren cuando vosotros, los grandes señores, jugáis al juego de tronos?

The man had a hand down between her legs, and he must have been hurting her there, because the woman started to moan, low in her throat.

Slavery is not the same as rain," she insisted. "I have been rained on and I have been sold. It is not the same. No man wants to be owned.

If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?" "Because of men like you." "There are no men like me. There's only me.

Sleep on your stone pillow, and let the gulls peck out your eyes while the crabs feast on your flesh. You've feasted on enough of them, you owe them.