Quotes About Suffering

your soul is stained with the blood of the innocent, feel their pain

Kafkas DaÄŸlar?'nda bir kayaya zincirlenen Prometheus, her gece dev bir kartal taraf?ndan ziyaret edilir ve ciÄŸeri gagalanarak sökülüp al?n?rd?; Zeus ise her gün ciÄŸerini yeniler, böylece iÅŸkence asla son bulmazd?.

While being reviled, [Jesus] did not revile in return; while suffering, He uttered no threats, but kept entrusting Himself to Him who judges righteously (1 Peter 2:23).

What do we get out of entering other people's suffering in art, when we often avoid it in life?

Irene Redfield wished, for the first time in her life, that she had not been born a Negro. For the first time she suffered and rebelled because she was unable to disregard the burden of race. It was, she cried silently, enough to suffer as a woman, an individual, on one's own account, without having to suffer for the race as well. It was a brutality, and undeserved.

How stupid she had been ever to have thought that she could marry and perhaps have children in a land where every dark child was handicapped at the start by the shroud of color! She saw, suddenly, the giving birth to little, helpless, unprotesting Negro children as a sin, an unforgivable outrage. More black folk to suffer indignities. More dark bodies for mobs to lynch.

The cruel, unrelieved suffering had beaten down her protective wall of artificial faith in the infinite wisdom, in the mercy, of God.

World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire--

We are so stricken We are so stricken that we think we're dying when the street casts an evil word at us. The street does not know it, but it cannot stand such a weight; it is not used to seeing a Vesuvius of pain break out. Its memories of primeval times are obliterated, since the light became artificial and angels only play with birds and flowers or smile in a child's dream

I couldn't buy the lice off a sick cat, the cabbie answered from the very depths of self-deprecation.

Every veteran since the first war got fucked big-time. Maybe you should stop feeling sorry for yourself. There's no war long enough or bad enough to mess up your head as bad as you messed it up yourself.

I curse the day I found God. My life has been a misery ever since.

Any love is condemned to suffer a murderous persecution. We are impotent of feeling and do not forgive other people's love. So don't let anyone know that you love.

So let them pass, small people of no great significance, caught up and swept together like dead leaves in the great whirlwind of the war.

after all that I had read during the night. Even into this quiet place the war had reached like the tentacle of an octopus and had touched this girl and brought about her death. Like some infernal monster, still venomous in death, a war can go on killing people for a long time after it's all over.

Even into this quiet place the war had reached like the tentacle of an octopus and had touched this girl and brought about her death. Like some infernal monster, still venomous in death, a war can go on killing people for a long time after it's all over.

Like some infernal monster, still venomous in death, a war can go on killing people for a long time after it's all over.

For all the suffering that you've put me through I'd suffer more if I resented you—

tears' after he told her simply: 'It's all up.'26 Churchill was the exception. He told Violet Asquith on 22 February 1915: I think a curse should rest on me – because I love this war. I know it's smashing & shattering the lives of thousands every moment – & yet – I can't help it – I enjoy every second

Poor devil! None of us can have the remotest idea of the agony it is to be despised and rejected of men. A cancer in the soul and then madness. The feeling of there being a curtain, more invisible than gauze, stronger than iron, between one's self and one's fellow man. To cry out of the abyss and to know that there will be no answer, that one is buried alive.

Without suffering, there'd be no compassion.

Love should bring joy, it should grant a person peace, but here and not, it was bringing only pain.

I have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless them, and I find myself wondering why--out of all the people in all the world I could ever have loved--I had to fall in love with someone who was taken away from me.

I do not need a reason to be angry with God.