Quotes About Pain

Hide me from this battle with words / and put out the furies of my elemental body.

Me expulsa, me mantiene a distancia, me impide, me evita, me encadena, me hace danzar, me asola, me afea mi soledad, me corroe, me corrompe, me martiriza, me hace sufrir, padecer, llorar todo el día y gran parte de la noche. Y no lo sabe, y no se cree responsable y no quiere saber que sabe que en mí se venga de lo que no es.

Escribir un poema es reparar la herida fundamental, la desgarradura. Porque todos estamos heridos

Nadie debe confundir el amor con la dicha. Al contrario: a veces se piensa que amor y pena son una misma cosa.

No quieres soltar la rabia ni los recuerdos dolorosos. Los acumulas en tus músculos en forma de contracciones que te dan la sensación de existir. Si los relajas, al desaparecer tu solicitud de ser amado, tus angustias de abandono o tus rencores, te sientes desaparecer. Crees, niño triste, que el sufrimiento es tu identidad.

Pasé de los insultos al silencio. Eran menos dolorosos los primeros.

Callar es respetar el dolor ajeno, puede ser. Pero eso no cura nada y yo ya no tengo tiempo ni ganas para esperar a que la gente se atreva a decir. Porque si algo me han enseñado los años y los colgajos es que el tiempo no perdona ni cura. Lo que cura es la verdad, y si duele, mala suerte.

Cómo no nos va a costar tanto perdonar, si ni siquiera somos capaces de nombrar lo que nos duele?»

A veces, cuando la vida duele demasiado, hay que irse. Hay que irse para saber y para querer volver. O al menos intentarlo.

Cuanto más queremos, más cuesta perdonar, porque el miedo al dolor repetido es también mayor y porque cuando alguien muy querido nos falla, la vida se derrumba entera, el niño que hay dentro se queda desnudo y todo duele más.

las respuestas a las heridas más profundas suelen llegar cuando lo que somos queda definitivamente atrás y las explicaciones ya no sirven para calmar el dolor, sino para integrarlo en lo que somos o fuimos.

It is so much easier to deal with the dead than with the living. The dead are out of the way, merely characters from stories about the past, never again unreadable, no misunderstandings possible, the pain coming from them stable and manageable. nor do you have to explain yourself to them, to justify the fact of your life.

Isabel's indelible absence is now an organ in our bodies whose sole function is a continuous secretion of sorrow.

She could slip out of her shoes and leave them right here, stuck in the muck, and then get rid of her dress and everything else: her mind, her life, her pain. The abandon of having nothing to lose, the freedom of being divested of all earthly burdens, ready for the Messiah, or death. Everything is attracted by its end.

we wept within the moment that was dividing our life into before and after, whereby the before was forever foreclosed, while the after was spreading out, like an exploding twinkle-star, into a dark universe of pain.

La hora de dejar la casa nos duele en el alma como le duele a la liebre abandonar el chaparral donde ha nacido.

comedy and comic satisfaction thrive on things that do not exactly add up. They thrive on these discrepancies as a source of pleasure rather than pain. Yet this by no means implies that comedy is distinguished from tragedy by what one would call today a "positive attitude," "positive thinking," the ability to find something positive and satisfactory even in the worst situations.

And a while later: 'It is a strange sort of pain.' Softly. 'To die of yearning for something you'll never experience.

I have lived a life full of love and pain, of Joy and Sorrow, and I live on still. i have many, many years ahead of me, each day with the potential to be filled to the brim with trials to face and challenges to overcome.

My death will be caused by morphine, which I have deliberately taken with suicidal intent.

Seem like a lot of people wear shoes they can't walk in.

I took a punch at one of the rosebushes. It got its revenge by stabbing me in the hand.

The whole thing was like a divorce. When we divided everything up, Courtney got my dignity, and I got the heartache.

I can't go on like this