Quotes About Pain

Smiling through confusion is courage.Smiling through tears is strength.Smiling through pain is power.Smiling through tragedy is greatness.

Never let the salt of your tears be tasteless in grief.

She will be your living hell.

Whoever suffers knows the strength of suffering.

Let Ian laugh. Let him believe pain will ruin me. I know better. I've already been ruined once, and I know how to rise from the ashes. I know how to find my broken pieces.

The writer's life is frightful. I have experienced deep dispair, mental ill and attempt of suicide.

And the uniqueness of every momentseeks the path from pain to a pearl.

Just as it is impossible to explain childbirth to a woman who has never given birth, it is impossible to explain child loss to a person who has never lost a child.

Sadness, it was such an arresting emotion. You could almost convince yourself of the rhyme and reason of heartbreak.

Dance your pain, sing your sorrows, because there is nothing else tomorrow.

History, despite its wrenching pain, Cannot be unlived, and if faced With courage, need not be lived again. —MAYA ANGELOU1

He sensed that it was all here, everything, and there was none of it there. All of life's compelling throbs, condensed and honed each time a bullet flew: the pain, the brother-love, the sacrifice. Nobility discovered by those who'd never even contemplated sacrifice, never felt an emotion worth their own blood on someone else's altar.

War is not as the people at home imagine it, with a hurrah and a roar: it is very serious, very grim.'5

T was mine to shrink, withstand in time, For, while I sinned, I knew my crime. Oh! Wretched, wavering heart! As vain Thy wild resentment as thy pain: One thought alone expels the rest, One sole regret distracts my breast, O'ermastering and subduing all More than my crime, more than my fall: Are not shame, fear, remorse, forgot, In that one thought- He loves me not!

but she never wanted to be in a relationship ever again. Because relationships were the worst. So many obligations. So many compromises. So many arguments. Someone always got destroyed in the end. Sometimes everyone got destroyed in the end.

Brugge, 14 mei 1978 Ik wil mijn lichaam onderwerpen aan folteringen. Mijn lichaam pijn laten lijden. Mijn lichaam laten sterven. Mijn lichaam laten oprijzen. Om zo zo in het proces van dood en wedergeboorte mijn lichaam los te weken van de realiteit en het te schenken aan de kunst.

We are not necessarily doubting," said C. S. Lewis, "that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.

Freedom Now heaven be thanked, I am out of love again! I have been long a slave, and now am free; I have been tortured, and am eased of pain; I have been blind, and now my eyes can see; I have been lost, and now the way lies plain; I have been caged, and now I hold the key; I have been mad, and now at last am sane; I am wholly I, that was but a half of me. So, a free man, my dull proud path I plod, Who, tortured, blind, mad, caged, was once a God.

En daarom, Michiel, laat je niet misleiden door de romantiek van de oorlog, de romantiek van heldenmoet, opoffering, spanning, avontuur. Oorlog betekent verwondingen, verdriet, gemarteld, gevangenissen, honger, ontberingen, onrecht. Niks romantisch aan.

I think the absence of hope removes all empathy. Then all you want is for the rest of the world to suffer like you do.

That's how it is with relationships, it's a part of life, and all the great love songs and poems and films have been written by people who were standing where I was that morning as Simon shut the door. Doesn't make it any easier though.

Life, Steffi has learned, carries on around the pain, making room for it, absorbing it until it becomes part of the daily fabric, wrapping itself around you and lodging itself in your heart.

It's all well and good saying you avoid pain by avoiding relationships, but what about the wonderful things you're avoiding as well? What about the joy and the intimacy and the trust that come with finding someone you love?

you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder, you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help... And then finally, the way through grief is grieving.