Quotes about Suffering

The whole difficulty of understanding Hell is that the thing to be understood is so nearly nothing.

Some people are so worn down by the yoke of oppression that they give up.

Suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of scarifice.

Waiting Hurts. Forgetting Hurts. But not knowing which decision to take is the worst of suffering.

Beauty remains, pain ends up passing

You have to die a little inside to be reborn as a Stronger & Wiser version of yourself.

The truth of God's love is not that He allows bad things to happen, it's his promise that he will be there with us--when they do.

God loves you, that He plans for your good, not your hurt. "It's true that things happen in life that seem wrong and are painful, but it isn't because God likes to see us suffer. He wants to see us grow. He wants us to love Him, to trust Him.

Yes, He could have. He could let us go through all of our life, bundlin' us and shelterin' us from anything and everything that would hurt us. I could do that with my petunias, Josh. I could build a box around them and keep them from the wind and the rain, the crawlers and the bees. What would happen iffen I did that, Josh?" I jest shrugged. The answer was too obvious. "They'd never bear flowers," said Auntie Lou.

We shall match your capacity to inflict suffering by our capacity to endure suffering. We will meet your physical force with soul force. Do to us what you will. And we shall continue to love you.

To suffer and to be happy although suffering, to have one's feet on the earth, to walk on the dirty and rough paths of this earth and yet to be enthroned with Christ at the Father's right hand, to laugh and cry with the children of this world and ceaselessly sing the praises of God with the choirs of angels—this is the life of the Christian until the morning of eternity breaks forth.

As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch. What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.