Quotes about Suffering

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

not only was cleanliness next to Godliness, dirtiness was the inventor of misery.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. from Caged Bird

Momma convinced us that not only was cleanliness next to Godliness, dirtiness was the inventor of misery. The

Could I tell her now? The terrible pain assured me that I couldn't. What he did to me, and what I allowed, must have been very bad if already God let me hurt so much.

I had no heart nor art to drag him back to the reeking reality of our life and times.

Reality began its tedious crawl back into their reasoning. After all, they were needy and hungry and despised and dispossessed, and sinners the world over were in the driver's seat. How long, merciful Father? How long? A

He badder than death yet gives no sweet release.

I keep on dying, Because I love to live.

We turned other cheeks so often our heads seemed to revolve on the end of our necks, like old stop and go signs.

Midwives and winding sheets know birthing is hard and dying is mean and living's a trial in between. Why do we journey, muttering like rumors among the stars? Is a dimension lost? Is it love?

Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive.