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Knowledge by suffering entereth,
And life is perfected by Death.
Knowledge by suffering entereth,
And life is perfected by Death.
The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more you try to avoid read more
The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more you try to avoid suffering the more you suffer because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you in proportion to your fear of being hurt
The injuries we do and those we suffer are seldom weighed in the same scales.
The injuries we do and those we suffer are seldom weighed in the same scales.
Think occasionally of the suffering of which you spare yourself the sight.
Think occasionally of the suffering of which you spare yourself the sight.
And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus
whom thou persecutest: it is read more
And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus
whom thou persecutest: it is hard for thee to kick against the
pricks.
We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, ''Blessed are they that mourn.''
We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, ''Blessed are they that mourn.''
It is not true that suffering ennobles the character; happiness does that sometimes, but suffering for the most part, makes read more
It is not true that suffering ennobles the character; happiness does that sometimes, but suffering for the most part, makes men petty and vindictive.
To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
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To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their paradise.
Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of read more
Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world.