Quotes About Suffering

When he thought of his history, what resonated with him now was not all that he had suffered but the divine love that he believed had intervened to save him.

At that moment, something shifted sweetly inside him. It was forgiveness, beautiful and effortless and complete. For Louie Zamperini, the war was over.

maybe it was better to break a man's leg than to break his heart.

If I knew I had to go through those experiences again," he finally said, "I'd kill myself.

All he had left was his alcohol and his resentment, the emotion that, Jean Améry would write, "nails every one of us onto the cross of his ruined past.

I can't prove to you that there is a God, I just know. All this suffering has to have a reason.

Suffering passes, while love is eternal. That's a gift that you have received from God. Don't waste it.

Its been six weeks," he murmured. "Six weeks I've wanted you. I know how you move, and how the sunlight makes a shadow on the curve of your cheek, and the shape of your ear." He chucked harshly then turned his head on the pillow to look at her. "I'm dying," he said. He dropped his fist against his chest. "Right here, you're killing me.

He didn't reckon that God owed him anything. He reckoned that he'd had it all, and wasted it. Burning lakes and howling fiends had just never seemed that convincing, perils hardly fit to frighten naughty children. He turned over, staring up at the darkess. Damned…having found out now what hell was really like.

He turned out the lamp and left the room, his body in agony. Sometimes, it was absolute hell to be a gentleman.

Kindness could be so much more painful than cruelty.

quiet courage. "It's not the courage that allows you to run into a burning building. It's the kind that allows you to accept the unacceptable, bear the unbearable, keep going.

but even more than that, she could have been born anywhere in the world, and to anyone, she and her loved ones suffering in ways she could barely fathom when she listened to the international news.

It scared her to think how much her life's ease and happiness had been granted by chance. Earle could have been killed of course—but even more than that, she could have been born anywhere in the world, and to anyone, she and her loved ones suffering in ways she could barely fathom when she listened to the international news. This

Intenté nombrarla y era innombrable, volé para alcanzarla y me quemó las alas.

Me da vergüenza decirlo, esas cosas ya no se usan, pero desde ya confieso que lo mío con él fue totalmente así: agonía de corazón ardido que se desangra de amor.

Placeres y tormentos son iguales, como si el amor y su castigo fueran la misma cosa

No es un monstruo -insiste-, es un ser humano. Y ésa es la tragedia, que esto lo ha hecho un ser humano.

Apiádate, Dios mío -le ruego a una divinidad en la que nunca he creído ni creo-. No me obligues a amar a quien no me ama. Mándame si quieres las otras Siete Plagas, pero de esa, y de este intolerable olor a mortecino que me envuelve, exonérame por caridad, amén

Hell didn't burn. And the only devils to be found were the ones you find on earth, and there were too many of those, and they looked like everybody else.

I wish I knew why some people suffer so much more than others

But when I looked for good, evil came; and when I waited for light, darkness came. My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep. (Job)

real life isn't like the movies. The victim doesn't usually win. She just endures.

Yes, she believed God loved her. But if this whole fiasco was His idea of love . . .