That is fundamentally the only courage which is demanded of us: to be brave in the face of the strangest, most singular and most inexplicable things that can befall us
Rainer Maria RilkeMots clés life love loss courage sorrow grief
Be sure that your praise songs are numbered higher than your sorrowful dirges and your utmost hope, firmer than your woeful regrets. Be positive.
Israelmore AyivorMots clés sorrow joy hope mourning happy positive praise songs thanksgiving regrets hopeful joyful angry unhappy glad mourn weary sorrowful dirges higher-grounds utmost-hope
That mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true — not true, or undeveloped. With books the same. The truest of all men was the Man of Sorrows, and the truest of all books is Solomon’s, and Ecclesiastes is the fine hammered steel of woe. “All is vanity.” ALL. This wilful world hath not got hold of unchristian Solomon’s wisdom yet.
Herman MelvilleMots clés wisdom sorrow vanity solomon
Only tears can understand the joy of sorrow.
Cecil ThounaojamShe never answered. She couldn’t. All she could do was stare, reaching toward him with her gaze alone, pulling him to drown in the sorrow of those depthless black pools.
Kelly CreaghMots clés sorrow black gaze pool drown
All my life I'd been a believing Christian. ... But that instant in the ER--the instant Annette [his wife] died--I seemed to feel my religious faith die, too.
As I thought more about it in the bleak days and weeks that followed, I decided the Bible had gotten it exactly backward. Maybe God hadn't created us in His image; maybe we'd created god in our image.
Mots clés sadness death atheism sorrow atheist grief transformation pity realization
I” gives birth to mind; Mind gives birth to ego,
Ego gives birth to sense of separation,
From where originates suffering and sorrow.
Mots clés sorrow
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly
Christian Nestell BoveeNo Child of Yours
I saw a child hide in the corner
So I went and asked her name
She was so naive and so petite
With such a tiny frame.
'No one,' she replied, that's what I am called
I have no family, no one at all
I eat, I sleep, I get depressed
There is no life, I have nothing left.'
'Why hide in the corner?' I had to ask twice
Because I've been hurt, it not very nice
I tried to stop it, it was out of my control
I feared for myself I wanted to go.
I begged for my sorrow to disappear
I turned in my bed, oh God, I knew they were near
'So come on little girl, where do you go
A path ahead, or a path to unknown?'
With that she arose, her head hung low
She held herself for only she knows
Her tears held back, her heart like ice
It looks as though she has paid the price.
The ice started melting, her tears to flow
The memories flood back, still so many years to go
The pain, the anger all built up inside
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
It will get better, just wait and see
You'll get a life, though you'll never be fire
Open your heart and love yourself
The abuse you suffered was NOT your fault.
Mots clés fear poetry sorrow trust anger depression blame hiding child-abuse fault organised-abuse care-system child-in-care looked-after-child pindown
As long as there is one person suffering an injustice; as long as one person is forced to bear an unnecessary sorrow; as long as one person is subject to an undeserved pain, the worship of a God is a demoralizing humiliation.
As long as there is one mistake in the universe; as long as one wrong is permitted to exist; as long as there is hatred and antagonism among mankind, the existence of a God is a moral impossibility.
Ingersoll said: 'Injustice upon earth renders the justice of of heaven impossible.
Mots clés pain injustice morality justice sorrow universe suffering mankind hatred mistake wrong earth antagonism impossibility ingersoll robert-g-ingersoll robert-green-ingersoll robert-ingersoll
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