Quotes About Pain

What is "love"? Is that... the true form of this agony? Is "love" the name you give to this pain?

Tragedy is the greatest art form of all. It gives us the courage to continue with our life by exposing us to the pain of life. It is unsentimental, it takes us seriously as human beings, it is not condescending. Paradoxically, by seeing pain we are made greater, it becomes a need.

Then there is a still higher type of courage - the courage to brave pain, to live with it, to never let others know of it and to still find joy in life to wake up in the morning with an enthusiasm for the day ahead.

the two wounded

I could use the company but I can't go through the pain of getting it.

You may have been corrupted into thinking that you are important. If so you are a lost creature waiting for the world to come to you. An actress's whole life can be ruined if she expects life to come to her. Tell yourself that the world is outside, that it's not to be hidden from you, that you are going to thrust yourself forward and be relaxed in the world. You have chosen a field where you're going to be hurt to the blood. But to retreat from the pain is death.

Sometimes, you know, it seems I'm only allowed to live life between headaches.

The thing unspoken often settles most bitterly in the heart

I was hurt, though I do not deserve to be. If you lie, you become the lie.

ngaobera: a slight inflammation of the throat produced by screaming too much.

At times when the strain is heaviest upon us, And our tired nerves cry out in many-tongued pain Because the flow of love is choked far below the deep recesses of the heart, We seek with cravings firm and hard The strength to break the dam That we may live again in love's warm stream. Until, at least, we are restored and made anew!

All thoughts of revenge are born of the pain of helplessness. 'I suffer' becomes 'You will suffer'. And let us not lie: Vengeance is invigorating. It focuses and enlivens us, and it quashes grief because it turns the emotion outward. In grief we go to pieces. In revenge we come together as a single pointed weapon aimed at a target. However destructive in the long run, it serves a useful purpose for a time.

The resistance and the degree of the resistance to the natural phenomenon of life causes tremendous suffering.

Like if youre beautiful you dont feel pain or have dreams or know the despair of loneliness. Why should you be unhappy, youre so beautiful? My God they drive me nuts, like all I am is a beautiful body and nothing else. Not once, never, have they ever tried to love the real me, to love me for what I am, to love me for my mind.

Sometimes it seems to stand still. Like youre in a bag and you cant get out and somebodys always telling you that it will get better with time and time just seems to stand still and laugh at you and your pain. … And then eventually it does break and its six months later. Like you just got your summer clothes out and then its Christmas and inbetween there are ten years of pain.

Time seemed stationary, yet the painful pressure of time was constantly felt.

Vinnie loves me. He loves me. It. Wasn/t. Shit

There's a sorrow and pain in everyone's life, but every now and then there's a ray of light that melts the loneliness in your heart and brings comfort like hot soup and a soft bed.

Sometimes it seems to stand still. Like you're in a bag and you can't get out and somebody's always telling you that it will get better with time and time just seems to stand still and laugh at you and your pain.

I think the function of suffering is to let me know that my perception is skewed; what I'm doing is judging natural events in such a way that I am creating suffering within myself. For instance, you have pain over certain conditions, certain situations that occur. And if you just say 'ok, here I am, I'm going to experience the pain,' you don't suffer. The resistance and the degree of the resistance to the natural phenomenon of life causes tremendous suffering.

I started to die 36 hours before I was born, so dying was a way of life for me.

Time has to pass. But sometimes its so goddamn long. Sometimes it just seems to drag and drag and weigh a ton. And hang on you like a monkey. Like its going to suck the blood out of you. Or squeeze your guts out. And sometimes it flies. And is gone somewhere, somehow, before you know it was even here. As if time is only here to make you miserable. That's the only reason for time. To squeeze you. Crush you. To tie you up in knots and make you fucking miserable.

Personally I think birthdays and anniversaries are like menstrual cramps, a regular pain in the ass thats somehow connected to birth.

Pain is an event. It happens to you, and you deal with it in whatever way you can.