Richelle Mead Quotes

Lust is about satisfaction. Love is about sacrificing, serving, surrendering, sharing, supporting, and even suffering for others. Most love songs are actually lust songs.

The writer is someone who tears himself to pieces in order to liberate his neighbor.

We can learn from him that suffering and the gift of himself is an essential gift we need in our time.

A martyr can never cooperate with death, go to death in a way that they're not trying to escape.

When you love someone, you don't want them to suffer at all.

I'm worth more dead than alive. Don't cry for me after I'm gone; cry for me now.

Tell the people... please, tell the people of Alabama that I love them. Tell them I'm suffering a lot, but I love them.

Look at the world, all the suffering... Being under house arrest is the least I can sacrifice.

It still hurts," she whispered. "Even when you're doing it for someone else, that doesn't stop your ribs from getting cracked, or your wrist swelling, or your cuts from bleeding.

There is no hell like that of a selfish heart, and there is no misfortune so great as that of not being able to make a sacrifice. These two thoughts come to me strongly this morning. It is something to have learned these truths so that we can never again doubt them.

Man is a prisoner who has no right to open the door of his prison and run away... A man should wait, and not take his own life until God summons him.

To become a man was something, but to become a man of sorrows was far more; to bleed, and die, and suffer.

Redeemers always reach the world too late. God dies, we live; God lives, we die. Our fate.

So often our sisters comfort others when their own needs are greater than those being comforted. That quality is like the generosity of Jesus on the cross. Empathy during agony is a portion of divinity!

I can bear pain myself, he said softly, but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.

I want to suffer so that I may love.

If you love someone, you'd rather suffer the pain alone to spare them.

Love means to be willing to give until it hurts.

But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone suffer than it does to take the pain away?

She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick.

Love can never express itself by imposing sufferings on others. It can only express itself by self-suffering, by self-purification.

Love means giving something you don't have to someone who doesn't want it.

Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.

To suffer with the other and for others; to suffer for the sake of truth and justice; to suffer out of love and in order to become a person who truly loves - these are fundamental elements of humanity, and to abandon them would destroy man himself.