#uf

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. ↗

— Anne Rice

#suffering

Warriors should suffer their pain silently. ↗

— Erin Hunter

#hunter #hurt #pain #stoicism #suffer

When a person screams in pain, the actual pain is only half the noise they make. The other half is the terror at being forced to accept that they exist. ↗

— Noah Cicero

#pain #screaming #suffering #terrorism

As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt. ↗

— Jack London

#suffering #weak #weakness #london

Commit yourself to good conduct (adab) both inwardly and outwardly; for whenever one transgresses the bounds of conduct outwardly, he is punished outwardly, and whenver one transgresses the bounds of conduct inwardly, he is punished inwardly. ↗

— Aisha the daughter of Abu Uthman Said B. Ismail Al Hiri of Nishapur.

#sufism #women-in-islam #islam

The happiness of the drop is to die in the river. ↗

— Al-Ghazali

#knowledge #sufism #wisdom #islam

Tonight sucks. And look at me. Look at - look at stupid Buffy. Too dumb for college, and-and-and freak Buffy, too strong for construction work. And-and my job at the magic shop? I was bored to tears even before the hour that wouldn't end. And the only person that I can even stand to be around is a... neutered vampire who cheats at kitten poker. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#spike #cheating

Reflection is the lamp of the heart. If it departs, the heart will have no light. ↗

— Imam 'Abdallah ibn 'Alawi al-Haddad

#religion #spirituality #sufism #religion

Sometimes we must undergo hardships, breakups, and narcissistic wounds, which shatter the flattering image that we had of ourselves, in order to discover two truths: that we are not who we thought we were; and that the loss of a cherished pleasure is not necessarily the loss of true happiness and well-being. (109) ↗

— Jean-Yves Leloup

#emotional-wounds #happiness #hardships #self-image #suffering

Peeta's awake already, sitting on the side of the bed, looking bewildered as the trio of doctors reassure him, flash lights in his eyes, checks his pules. I'm disappointed that mine was not the first face he saw when he woke up, but he sees it now. His features registrer disbelief and something more intense that I can't quite place. Desire? Desperation? Surely both, for he sweeps the doctors aside, leaps to his feets and moves towards me. I run to meet him, my arms extended to embrace him. His hands are reaching for mine too, to caress my face, I think. My lips are forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss #meeting #mockingjay #peeta #suffocate