Quotes About Suffering

I do not understand how God, the father of men, can torture his children and his grandchildren, and hear them cry without being tortured himself.

They were eyes no longer, but had become those fathomless mirrors which in men who have known the depths of suffering may replace the conscious gaze, so that they no longer see reality but reflect the memory of past events.

You have come from an unhappy place. But listen. There is more rejoicing in Heaven over the tears of one sinner who repents than over the white robes of a hundred who are virtuous. If you leave your place of suffering with hatred in your heart, and anger against men, you will be deserving of our pity; but if you leave with goodwill, in gentleness and peace, you will have risen above any of us.

La galera fa il galeotto.

You have so much love to give. It must hurt to hold it in all the time.

I look at him, loving this child of mine and knowing my death will devastate him. I don't want him to watch me die by degrees. I don't want that for his daughters, either. I know what it is like; some images, once seen, can never be forgotten. I want them to remember me as I am, not as I will be when the cancer has had its way.

She's sick and she's been treated badly, but she can't be gone. She had the heart of a lion.

Nina had spent a lot of time with injured or dying people, standing witness, revealing universal pain through individual suffering.

Tragedy was like that, a razor that sliced through time, severing the now from the before, incising the what-might-have-been from reality as cleanly as any surgeon's blade.

By the time this damn war's over, we'll have hundreds of thousands of severely traumatized soldiers trying to put the pieces of their lives back together.

The trip from Portland to New York City was like climbing Mount Everest without oxygen. It went on and on, and by the time you reached your destination, there was no sensation left in your extremities.

Time and again, she had returned to God, pleading for help, promising her faith. She wanted to believe that she was neither alone nor in charge, but rather that her life was unfolding according to His plan, even if she couldn't see it.....Now, though, such hope felt as slight and bendable as tin.....She was alone and there was no one else in charge, no one but the Nazis.

We are all fragile, Isabelle. It's the thing we learn in war.

No one would want to live this way, and yet here they were. The Great Depression.

How could you hold on to ideals when you were sick and cold and starving?

You will have to be," Isabelle said. "For Sophie." Vianne drew in a breath. And there it was. The reason she couldn't eat a bowl of arsenic or throw herself in front of a train.

she would do anything, suffer anything, to be loved, even if it was just for a night.

I am like some wounded animal in a darkened lair, nursing the thorn in my paw, unable to find anyone to take it out.

Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, a salvation

But no matter how hard they all tried to be normal, their life was a dirty window that couldn't be wiped clean. Everything, every moment, was coated by illness.

Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, salvation.

You shine a light on hard times. This is what your pictures do. You do not let people look away from that which hurts.

Mama loved him too much to leave him. Still, even now, with her face bruised and swollen. Maybe what she'd always said was true, maybe she couldn't breathe without him, maybe she'd wilt like a flower without

Oh, and they culled our names from the relief rolls today. If you can pick cotton, you have to. No state relief." "We heard. The growers bullied the state into it. They're calling it the No Work, No Eat policy. They're afraid that relief will allow you to feed your children while you strike for better wages.