Pope Francis Quotes

He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees.

You're not going to live your life unscathed.

Everyone gets hurt, but I've probably had the most injuries.

He who discloses his hardship will always be humiliated.

People who have picture-perfect upbringings and lives tend not to be funny. I don't think they write from a position of pain.

When you've fallen on the highway / and you're lying in the rain, / and they ask you how you're doing / of course you'll say you can't complain.

As the most generous vine, if it is not pruned, runs out into many superfluous stems, and grows at last weak and fruitless; so dote the best man, if he be not cut short of his desires and pruned with afflictions. If it be painful to bleed, it is worse to wither. Let me be pruned, that I may grow, rather than be cut up to burn.

Nietzsche famously said "Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger." But what he failed to stress is that it almost kills you.

I just want to be able to stand up straight for a little while before I get cut down.

Weakness is constant strain and misery: weakness is death.

In the end, life makes victims of us all.

Nobody can protect anybody else from vileness. Or from pain. All you can do is not let it break you in half and keep on going until you get to the other side.

Every lion has a time in their life when a thorn has got to them at one point.

Damage hardens us all. It will harden you too, when it finds you—and it will find you

We are all frail-embodied creatures, who at times suffer through injustice, abuse, illness, pain and misfortune.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that.

Life has a way of breaking even the strongest among us.

Strange how it was always the spoiled who weakened and cried first, and it was the injured, the maimed, the blind, and the poor who fought on alone.

My father always used to say, "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger," - 'til the accident.

Ye Children of Man! whose life is a span, Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous, Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay!

God uses chronic pain and weakness, along with other afflictions, as his chisel for sculpting our lives.

Tragedies come in the hungry hours.

The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.