Henry Ward Beecher Quotes

Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,- He knows you not, ye heavenly Powers.

I want to suffer and be purified by suffering!

I've got to make it to heaven; for going through hell.

If there were never any clouds (sorrows and sufferings) in our lives, we would have no faith. God does not come near us without clouds.

The only way to get to Heaven is to go through Hell.

Trouble comes to us all in this life: we set our hearts on things which it isn't God's will for us to have, and then we go sorrowing.

Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains; but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.

Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery.

We live so little time in this world that it is no matter how wretched and miserable we are, if it prepares us for heaven.

Do you think that you shall enter the Garden of Bliss without such trials as came to those who passed before you?

There will be days when you feel defeated, exhausted, and plain old beat-up by life's whiplash. People you love will disappoint you - and you will disappoint them. You'll probably struggle with some kind of mortal appetite. Some days it will feel as though the veil between Heaven and Earth is made of reinforced concrete.

To appreciate heaven well, it's good for a person to have some fifteen minutes of hell.

A season of suffering is a small assignment when compared to the reward. Rather than begrudge your problem, explore it. Ponder it. And most of all, use it. Use it to the glory of God.

The tender heart, the broken and contrite spirit, are to me far above all the joys that I could ever hope for in this vale of tears.

My writing comes not from the happy moments, but from struggle and grief.

I want to see Christian fiction speak to the hard and real issues that tear people's lives apart.

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

I think our greatest moments of pain can be our greatest chance to grow in our faith and to share it and hopefully bring someone else back from the brink.

I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.

How should thy patience be crowned in heaven if none adversity should befall to thee in earth? If thou wilt suffer none adversity how mayest thou be the friend of Christ?

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.

Affliction of itself does not sanctify any body, but the reverse. I believe in sanctified afflictions, but not in sanctifying afflictions.

I am a man of constant sorrow. I've seen trouble all my days.

How can you and I really expect to glide naively through life, as if to say, 'Lord, give me experience, but not grief, not sorrow, not pain, not opposition, not betrayal, and certainly not to be forsaken. Keep from me, Lord, all those experiences which made Thee what Thou art! Then, let me come and dwell with Thee and fully share Thy joy!'