Quotes About Pain

is about finding the right person to hurt you?

because for pain to be felt there must be a living presence – a me – to feel it.

That's what starts to happen, when you know it is possible for you to feel pain you have no control over. You become vulnerable. Because the possibility of pain is where love stems from. And that, for me, was very bad news indeed. Sloping roofs (and other ways to deal with the rain) and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, – William Shakespeare, Hamlet   I couldn't sleep.

Yesterday I knew I had no future, and that it was impossible for me to accept my life as it is now. And yet today, that same messy life seems full of hope. Potential. The impossible, I suppose, happens via living. Will my life be miraculously free from pain, despair, grief, heartbreak, hardship, loneliness, depression? No. But do I want to live? Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.

When you die the last thing you want is for your death to leak out and infect those left behind, for those loved ones to become a kind of living dead. And yet, inevitably, that often happens. It has happened to me.

Nimic nu dureaza la nesfarsit. Durerea asta n-o sa tina la nesfarsit. Durerea minte. Ignor-o! Durerea e o datorie pe care o platesti cu timpul.

We navigate life by making decisions that maximize pleasure and/ or minimize pain.

How thick the bursts come crowding through the leaves! Again thou hearest? Eternal passion! Eternal pain!

Only when we discover that the pain of being the way we are is greater than the pain of trying to change will we put forth the effort necessary to make significant progress on our inward journey.

It is only when the pain of perpetuating old behavior patterns is perceived to be greater than the pain brought about by trying to change those patterns that we are able to effect and sustain significant psychological and behavioral modifications.

So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.

Love is the wanting, and the having, and the choosing, and the becoming. Love is a desire to see the person we love be and become all he or she is capable of being and becoming. Love is a willingness to lay down our own personal plans, desires, and agenda for the good of the relationship. Love is delayed gratification, pleasure, and pain. Love is being able to live and thrive apart, but choosing to be together.

Loneliness is not brutal like that, but it can be a painful way to learn. Interestingly, solitude is the cure for loneliness. When we are afraid of being alone, we should go into it. Dive deep into it. Solitude teaches profound lessons, especially about ourselves. Feeling lonely has value. Sometimes we need to turn inward to discover what we need to hold on to and what we need to let go of.

We hold on to the shitty things the tightest, for some reason. And

He was outwardly calm but inwardly bleeding to death.

A club hurts the flesh, but evil words hurt the bone. -Traditional Chinese Proverb

Pain is itself a god: the taskmaster of life. Pain cracks the whip, and all that lives will move. To live is to be a slave to pain.

Applied externally, it gives "almost instant relief of pain, and rapid healing," she says. At least in burns of the first and second degree it will prevent vessication, inflammation and scarring.

St. John's Wort is indicated in chronic illness associated with chronic pain, nervous exhaustion, emotional depression, mental and physical weakness.

In depression, all that is happening in the present is the anticipation of pain in the future, and the present qua present no longer exists at all.

The search for happiness is not about looking at life through rose-colored glasses or blinding oneself to the pain and imperfections of the world. Nor is happiness a state of exaltation to be perpetuated at all costs; it is the purging of mental toxins, such as hatred and obsession, that literally poison the mind. It is also about learning how to put things in perspective and reduce the gap between appearances and reality. To

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

it seems to me suicide is its own kind of 'death in battle,' and it may stand in for all our sufferings... People commit suicide when they are at war with sadness, or fear, or loneliness, or pain. When a single blow seems preferable to daily assault. Suicide is not heroic, nor romantic, nor idealistic, but neither is it cowardly or sinful. Made in a fit of passion or very deliberately, it is a choice. [Édouard Manet]

If anything, I have learned that the worst pain never comes when I think it will, and never returns in the exact same way. You go to bed with one pain and wake up with another. It wears as many disguises as a masker at a ball. [Édouard Manet]