Quotes About Pain

If you try to make the limited unlimited, you will suffer.

así es la vida, guapo. uno sueña con ser feliz, pero sólo se da de cabezazos en la pared. yo sigo soñando, y todavía te quiero y te digo gracias por las pocas veces que me amaste y me hiciste sentir tuyo.

Es aquí en la vida en donde tengo que encontrar remedio de la vida. Y una buena receta es el amor y el saber mirar por encima de mi hombro mis propias penas.

Swaim, can't you stop the pain?

The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable.

Life is pain. War is change. The raw materials of life hammered and shaped into something with a purpose.

What was it that Drask Silver Hand had said to him? Life is pain. Oh, how he lived just then.

He felt that he was lying, and in some way being disloyal as well, but he said only, "He was instantly killed. He didn't have to feel any pain.

You never live an inch without involvement and hurting people and fucking yourself everlastingly.

Everyone's life is a mess. Everyone's. We all make mistakes . . . and not just little slip-ups. Major mistakes that hurt us and other people.

If anyone is unwilling to descend into himself, because this is too painful, he will remain superficial in his writing. . . If I perform to myself, then it's this that the style expresses. And then the style cannot be my own. If you are unwilling to know what you are, your writing is a form of deceit.

Quizás también sin antiguo daño, sin íntimo terror, no haya conocimiento ni bondad tampoco.. Del poema "Investiga la ciencia del dolor

All that lasts of love is its poison.

A depressão apaga a lembrança remota, tem memória curta, acentua a dor recente, quase desprezando qualquer traço de história

If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know.

Those who are in pain – most of the world's populations at any given moment – do not do a lot of thinking, speaking, or writing about suffering. All their energy goes into surviving. That is why a lot of what is said and written about suffering seems hollow to those actually in pain.

Great knowledge brings great sorrow.

Most abusive men put on a charming face for their communities, creating a sharp split between their public image and their private treatment of women and children. He may be (..) assaultive toward his partner or children but nonviolent and nonthreatening with everyone else. (..) The pain of this contrast can eat away at a woman.

It was easier to talk about nothing than something. Because something was too terrible to discuss. Too dark and terrible to even think about.

Os meus olhos deviam ter a mesma expressão nos últimos anos, mas nunca notei. Bem que me olhava no espelho para ver que cara a pessoa tem quando sofre muito, mas era sempre o meu rosto. Cada vez mais achava que devia ter mudado muito, não se podia ser a mesma depois de tanta coisa, de tanta dor. Contudo, era eu.

He was his usual philosophic self and tried very hard to explain to me that although life was stained with agony, this was necessary. That scars only concealed, and finally helped to reveal, an essential peace. He said that what we, who pass so swiftly, experience as songs of love or cries of pain are only overtones to a single note in a very much larger harmony.

Dios hizo las nalgas para coger golpes.

I guess you get to a point where you look at that pain as if it were in front of you three feet away lying in a box, an open box, in a window somewhere. It's hard and cold, like a bar of metal. You just look at it there and say, Alright, I'll take it, I'll buy it. That's what it is.

You know the pain is part of the whole thing. And it isn't that you can say afterwards the pleasure was greater than the pain and that's why you would do it again. That has nothing to do with it. You can't measure it, because the pain comes after and it lasts longer. So the question really is, Why doesn't that pain make you say, I won't do it again? When the pain is so bad that you have to say that, but you don't.