Francis de Sales Quotes

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!.

The highest honor that God can confer upon his children is the blood-red crown of martyrdom. The jewels of a Christian are his afflictions. The regalia of the kings that God has made, are their troubles, their sorrows, and their griefs. Griefs exalt us, and troubles lift us.

God's way of answering the Christian's prayer for more patience, experience, hope and love often is to put him into the furnace of affliction.

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.

The nature of the game is pain.

Sympathy is charming, but it does not make up for pain.

We are all victims because of the circumstances, but I'm not sure what to say to any one who has lost a loved one. I know the feeling myself, and words just don't do much to ease the pain.

Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.

My son died from cancer. My granddaughter died from cancer. I have a lot of reasons to think that reality is not a friendly neighborhood. And the stories that I tell distract me, and if I do the job right, they distract people from things that are happening to them that they wish had never happened.

I think that no human gets away unscathed in this old life. We've all experienced loss and grief and pain and tragedy.

Pain - that is what life is about, isn't it? Suffering with moments of reprieve.

Suffering does not change its face.

'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.

Labour to grow better under all your afflictions, lest your afflictions grow worse, lest God mingle them with more darkness, bitterness and terror.

Everything I loved was taken away from me, and I did not die.

I am afraid that all the grace that I have got of my comfortable and easy times and happy hours, might almost lie on a penny. But the good that I have received from my sorrows, and pains, and griefs, is altogether incalculable … Affliction is the best bit of furniture in my house. It is the best book in a minister’s library.

Henceforth, I'll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself, 'Enough, enough, and die.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

In deep pain, people don't need logic, advice, encouragement, or even Scripture. They just need you to show up and shut up.

Consolation indiscreetly pressed upon us, when we are suffering undue affliction, only serves to increase our pain, and to render our grief more poignant.

Pain is itself a god: the taskmaster of life. Pain cracks the whip, and all that lives will move. To live is to be a slave to pain.

Real faith is refined in the fires and storms of pain.

It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our Elements.

A martyr's disciples suffer more than the martyr.