Quotes About Pain

Human reality, he was beginning to realize, was a series of disappointments, bitterness and pain.

At times, too, I've had the impression that I'd manage to feel quite at home in a life of vacuity. That the relatively painless boredom would enable me to go on making the usual gestures of life. Another big mistake. Prolonged boredom is not tenable as a position: sooner or later it is transformed into feelings that are acutely more painful, of true pain; this is precisely what's happening to me.

Má»™t sáng, kho?ng m??i má»™t gi?, c?u n?m dài trên bãi c?, gi?a nh?ng cây c?i vô tình. C?u ng?c nhiên th?y mình Ä'au kh? ??n th?.

passé est toujours beau, et le futur aussi d'ailleurs, il n'y a que le présent qui fasse mal, qu'on transporte avec soi comme un abcès de souffrance qui vous accompagne entre deux infinis de bonheur paisible.

le passé est toujours beau, et le futur aussi d'ailleurs, il n'y a que le présent qui fasse mal, qu'on transporte avec soi comme un abcès de souffrance qui vous accompagne entre deux infinis de bonheur paisible.

If life is an illusion it's a pretty painful one.

Life is painful and disappointing. It is useless, therefore, to write new realistic novels. We generally know where we stand in relation to reality and don't care to know any more.

perhaps the most objective knowledge we have is of the primacy of pleasure—the absence of pain—as the motivating force behind our own and others' actions.

Si elle avait vécu, est-ce que j'aurais pu prendre le téléphone, là, tout de suite, l'appeler, lui dire je meurs de douleur, maman, je voudrais pleurer mais rien ne sort, rien ne sort, viens m'aider.

Molti uomini sono lâches. Lasciano andar via. Lasciano partire. Lasciano perdere. Perché non vogliono confrontarsi direttamente col dolore. Non sopportano di sentirsi impotenti. E allora cambiano discorso. Oppure riagganciano il telefono. Oppure cominciano a guardare distrattamente gli sms che arrivano sul cellulare per poi dirti che è proprio un peccato, che non possono farci nulla, ma che adesso devono proprio andarsene.

Se non la capisci tu che fai la filosofa, stiamo messi bene. E di che colore è la filosofia?» «È nera, come la notte di Schelling, una notte senza fine in cui tutte le vacche sono nere. Perché ci sono delle cose che la ragione non può nemmeno sfiorare. Perché nella vita ci sono dei dolori che non possono essere spiegati. .»

Everything hurts.

Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone, While pain and guilt still linger here below, Blindness and numbness--these please me alone; Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.

From such a gentle thing,from such a fountain of all delight,my every pain is born...

Se duc genii si durere, mor cuvinte si placere, generatii sub tacere, fum in vant, sub soare umbra.

Bana sevgili olan uykudur bir güzelden daha güzel olan bu kadar ac? ve utanç doluyken içim ne büyük ?ans kapanmas? kulaklar?m?n ve gözlerimin bu yüzden f?s?lt? ile konu?un huzurumu bozmay?n benim.

How many people bled from the cut of a sharp tongue?

You might think that if you were paralyzed, at least you couldn't feel the pain. But it isn't like that. You can't move, but you can hurt. You can hurt more than you can imagine.

Too hot to wonder why your head throbbed and the world spun slowly around you.

Secrets work on me like splinters. I like them out.

Why is it, she said, when you actually do the right thing for once, it doesn't feel good? In fact, it feels so awful you think you are going to die? .... You feel like you are going to die, Patsy, because some part of you is dying.some entrenched tyrant of the soul, and sweetheart, she is not going easy.

I have extracted some joy from them, after all, because I have relived my life, in the memories. The second time around you can savour in your mouth the really good times and you can spit out the bad times, with the knowledge that better times succeeded them. Perhaps this second life was better than the first one, because I can enjoy the laughter a second time, and I no longer feel the pains.

Unforgiveness is a prison. It slams the door on new beginnings and entrenches you in your present pain. It chains the heart and stops it from beating. It suffocates joy and paralyzes your ability to move on. Unforgiveness is the cancer of the soul. It slowly eats away the marrow of your existence and impairs your judgment, your personality and your ability to love again.

lack of affirmation from the men in our lives can make us die inside quietly, unable to feel, to respond, to even voice our pain.