Why is life so hard sayings

I can't explain why they did the things they did, but I can't believe they would have done them without a good reason. Furthermore, my religious commitment to the supreme value of an individual life makes it hard for me to accept an answer that is not scandalized by an innocent person's pain, that condones human pain because it supposedly contributes to an overall work of esthetic value.

If a human artist or employer made children suffer so that something immensely impressive or valuable could come to pass, we would put him in prison. Why then should we excuse God for causing such undeserved pain, no matter how wonderful the ultimate result may be?

Why is it, I wonder, that people suffer, when there is so little need, when an effort of will and some hard work would bring them from their misery into peace and contentment. It's because they have to for they have no other choice. It's hard to bear that all the conversations, all the memories you had with your parents,with your sisters, with the person you loved were burnt or buried, snuffed out of life. So conveniently, people invented the soul, not for the benefit of the deceased, but the loved ones he or she left behind, to make them feel that while they suffer, he or she is watching, and that they equally miss them, like they, too, think of them, and they, too, are watching him.

We can't think of the people we love as bodies buried in caskets or an urn full of ashes, so we think of them as a concentrated mist of nothingness which we call the human soul. No matter how hard they we try to make ourselves believe that they are around us, the truth is that they are gone.

A lot of people hate my skepticism, and I think I understand why. The psychics offer wonders and endless possibilities in a world that often seems difficult and mundane.

They promise health, wealth, wisdom, eternal life. But if you examine the record, it's not the psychics but the hard-nosed scientists who have actually delivered the things that improve human life. And, to me, science describes a world far more interesting than any psychic fantasy. It's a good world not perfect but it's ours. So we'd better learn to live with it, the way it is. It's strange when you think about it. There are hundreds and hundreds of murders in books and television.

It would be hard for narrative fiction to survive without them. And yet there are almost none in real life, unless you happen to live in the wrong area. Why is it that we have such a need for murder mystery? And what is it that attracts us? The crime, or the solution? Do we have some primal need of bloodshed because our own lives are so safe, so comfortable?

Looking back on her recent life, she felt frustrated at her frequent helplessness. And that felt like part of whom she really was. The woman who would do anything to be sure she wasn't helpless. That was why she'd studied so hard with the tutors in Idris. That was also why she wanted to learn how to Awaken. She — Brandon Sanderson. I was lying! Because I couldn't let you give up your life for me! One I should make you pay dearly for. You humiliated me in front of those very nice people. Excessively hard,I might add.

Dimitri was quite disappointed when I forbade him to kill you. I was debating what I might have in my deep glassy lake to use - Barrons had slurped down my crimson runes like truffles - when Ryodan called down, "Let her up. The urbane owner of the largest den of sex, drugs, and exotic thrills in the city stood behind the chrome balustrade, big hands closed on the chrome railing, thick wrists cuffed by silver, features darkened by a convenient shadow.

He looked like a scarred Gucci model. Whatever kind of life these men had lived before they'd become whatever they were, it had been violent and hard. Like them. She's going to insist. She's feeling pushy. I don't even have to talk," I purred. Elizabeth squirmed on the hard wooden bench, and tried to ignore both her sore backside and her rumbling stomach.

Why did the minister's sermons last so long? And why did the talk of sin always give her such a hearty appetite? This is the time for a young man to stop saying, "Why is life so hard?

I try to show the children how every lesson I teach them is going to be something they use in their real life. That's why my kids work so hard, not because I'm so cool. They're working for themselves. I want you to know that if I could've stayed with you I would have. I fought as hard as I could. I will never understand why I had to be taken from you so soon, but I have accepted it. Yet I want you to know that there is nothing more important to me than you.

I loved you from the moment I saw you. And the happiest day of my life was when you agreed to share your life with mine. I promised that I would always be there for you.

And my love for you is so strong that even though I won't be there physically, I will be there in every other way. I will watch over you. I will be there if you need to talk.

I will never stop loving you. Not even death is powerful enough to overcome my feelings for you. My love for you, Lizzie, is stronger than anything. The mystery is why the right is now where the real energy is in US political life. Is this the really maddening question for anyone else sitting out here watching it all? Why is conservatism so hot right now? What accounts for its populist draw? But since just when has the right been so energized?

Has there really been some reactionary Silent Majority out there for decades, frustrated but atomized, waiting for an inciting spark? If so, was Ronald Reagan that spark? But there wasn't this kind of right-wing populist verve to the Reagan eighties. Did it start with Gingrich's rise to Speaker, or with the intoxicating hatred of all things Clinton?

Or has the country as a whole just somehow moved so far right that hard-core conservatism now feeds, stormlike, on the hot vortical energy of the mainstream? To live a good life: We have the potential for it. If we can learn to be indifferent to what makes no difference. This is how we learn: by looking at each thing, both the parts and the whole. Keeping in mind that none of them can dictate how we perceive it.

They don't impose themselves on us. They hover before us, unmoving. It is we who generate the judgments - inscribing them on ourselves. And we don't have to. We could leave the page blank - and if a mark slips through, erase it instantly. Remember how brief is the attentiveness required. And then our lives will end. And why is it so hard when things go against you?

If it's imposed by nature, accept it gladly and stop fighting it. And if not, work out what your own nature requires, and aim at that, even if it brings you no glory. None of us is forbidden to pursue our own good.

But for every adult person you look up to in life there is trailing behind them an invisible chain gang of ghosts, all of which, as a child, you are generously spared from meeting. I know now, however, that these ghosts exist, and that other adults can see them. The lost loves, the hurt friends, the dead: they follow their owner forever. Perhaps this is why we feel so crowded around those people who we know have had hard times.

Perhaps this is why we find so little to say. We suffer an odd brand of stage fright, I think, before all those dreadful eyes. What are you thinking?

I know Gage hates it when I cry - he is completely undone by the sight of tears - so I blink hard against the sting.

Every sleepless night, every second of being lonely, every time the car broke down, every wad of gum on my shoe, every late bill and losing lottery ticket and bruise and broken dish and piece of burnt toast. When my mother was alive, I was the daughter first and everything else second That's what made her death so painful.

My mother was a big part of my life and a big reason why I did what I did. I've always derived a lot of energy from being a good daughter When she was gone, I suddenly thought, Why am I doing this? For whom? Losing my mom was really hard on me.

I remember going to the Academy Awards shortly after she died and thinking, Well I'm all dressed up, and my mother won't see me. Everything has been a disaster since I decided my life as it was wasn't good enough.

I just don't understand why you're trying so hard. It was really a long time ago. We were kids and I barely knew her, but I loved her. I should have been there while she grew up, but I was a fool.

Now, I have the woman back and I have every intention of making her fall in love with me again, and this time I'm never letting go. My life is infinitely better for having you in it. And that's what makes all of this so hard; it's why I can't seem to find the words I need. It scares me to know that all of this will be ending soon — Nicholas Sparks. I think that is why - why God allows hard things in life.

To prepare us. To knock off rough edges - pride, bias, envy, selfishness - so that when we get to heaven we will be more in tune - more able to enjoy the beautiful things we'll find there. Maybe that's what the rewards will be. A deeper appreciation of what we are given - what we are a part of. Einstein said, " Imagination is more important than knowledge," but you'd be hard-pressed to find schools or corporations that invest in people with those priorities.

The systems of education and professional life, similar by design, push the idea-finding habits of fun and play to the corners of our minds, training us out of our creativity. The people you are closest to tend to be able to hurt you the most - that is why heartbreak is so hard to deal with, why death is so painful, and why fights can destroy things that matter. When you come across something that's hard to discard, consider carefully why you have that specific item in the first place.

When did you get it and what meaning did it have for you then? Reassess the role it plays in your life. If, for example, you have some clothes that you bought but never wear, examine them one at a time. Where did you buy that particular outfit and why? If you bought it because you thought it looked cool in the shop, it has fulfilled the function of giving you a thrill when you bought it. Then why did you never wear it? Was it because you realized that it didn't suit you when you tried it on at home?

If so, and if you no longer buy clothes of the same style or color, it has fulfilled another important function - it has taught you what doesn't suit you. In fact, that particular article of clothing has already completed its role in your life, and you are free to say, "Thank you for giving me joy when I bought you," or "Thank you for teaching me what — Marie Kondo.

There are hard days to live. You awake to a day when you feel you've done it all before, and you're going to do it again, so why do it at all. Why should men love the Church? Why should they love her laws? She tells them of Life and Death, and of all that they would forget. She is tender where they would be hard, and hard where they like to be soft.

She tells them of Evil and Sin, and other unpleasant facts. They constantly try to escape From the darkness outside and within By dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good. But the man that is will shadow The man that pretends to be. They were blessed, said Jane; they were going to give birth to themselves. It would be themselves they gave birth to, only better. That was why she and Della must work so hard to protect them, their children.

In protecting the children Jane and Della would also Jane explained this over and over again save themselves - — Amanda Coplin. He kissed me again, farther up my neck, and I pushed him back against the wall. My mind searched for the logical thought, a rational life raft before I drowned in wanting to hiss him. I managed, "We've only met a few days ago.

We don't know each other. A few months? But I couldn't just go kissing someone I knew nothing about it went against everything I'd ever been told. So why was it so hard to say no? He took my fingers, playing with them in between his own. It was useless. But everyone knows someone who has died, I said. Why is it so hard to think about dying? We really don't experience the world fully, because we're half asleep, doing things we automatically think we have to do. You strip away all that stuff and you focus on the essentials.

When you realize you are going to die, you see everything much differently. If your boss asks you to do a task You'll stay late for work to make sure it's done. You wouldn't allow anyone or anything to distract you.

No matter how hard it is, it's not an option, you'll find a way to make it happen. You'll not only find time, you'll try to get it done before the deadline. So, why when God gives you a task Yes, they'll be distractions. Answer the call! Writers,' she mused. But I can tell you what my father would say: Writers don't cause trouble so much as they describe it. Once it is described, trouble takes on a life visible to all, whereas until it is described, and made visible, only a few are able to see it.

Still, there is something about writers I think it is a kind of curlicue they have in the brain. They come into the world with a certain perspective, and the drive to share it. This curlicue is totally lacking in other people; I don't know why. Why do people He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. That's the struggle of getting old. To make sure you don't let what's hard or painful or whatever obscure the beauty. Someday, it will be hard to remember why we were once so fired up about 3G connectivity and the wonders of mobile broadband.

Seamless, lightning-fast connectedness will be a given everywhere on Earth, and today's gadgets will be quaint museum pieces. At that point, all we'll care about is what kind of life these devices have created for us. Pain tells you when you have been seriously wounded. And you know what the best thing about pain is? It tells you you're not dead yet! Jane 0 Copy. Tough times never last, but tough people do.

Robert H Schuller 0 Copy. A problem is a chance for you to do your best. Duke Ellington 0 Copy. I ask not for a lighter burden, but for broader shoulders. Jewish Proverb 0 Copy. One who gains strength by overcoming obstacles possesses the only strength which can overcome adversity. Albert Schweitzer 0 Copy. Life is not always fair. Sometimes you get a splinter sliding down a rainbow. Terri Guillemets 0 Copy. Nothing good comes cheaply so we shouldn't be surprised when we meet the hard while going for the best.

Hard times are not quit times. Terry Mark 0 Copy. The last battle always seems the toughest and to give up will always bring the worst defeat. Terry Mark 1 Copy. Don't pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one. Bruce Lee 2 Copy. The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn. David Russell 0 Copy. If you're already in a hole, it is no use to continue digging. Roy W. Walters 1 Copy. Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.

It just means you've decided to look beyond the imperfections. You develop it by surviving difficult times and challenging adversity. The hope is real, you are valued, and what lies ahead is brilliance. Top Stories. Top Videos.

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