Quotes About Pain

The truth is that some pains will make you suffer while others will also make you stronger.

There is no room to feel pain after you have become wise. No more surprises compared to the ignorant. Self-mastery is the first chapter of achieving wisdom.

They say the truth always hurts, but I believe that lies hurt more.

Where training and discipline are concerned, short-term pain means long-term gain. It may break our heart to inflict the pain of discipline on our children and to see their tears, but the long-term goal of preparing them to live responsibly as adults justifies the short-term pain of disciplining them while they are young.

This prayer doesn't pretend that pain and hunger aren't real. Some religions say that; Jesus didn't. This prayer doesn't use the greatness and majesty of God to belittle the human plight. Some religions do that; Jesus didn't. This prayer starts by addressing God intimately and lovingly, as `Father' - and by bowing before his greatness and majesty. If you can hold those two together, you're already on the way to understanding what Christianity is all about.

The meaning of the story is found in every detail, as well as in the broad narrative. The pain and tears of all the years were met together on Calvary. The sorrow of heaven joined with the anguish of earth; the forgiving love stored up in God's future was poured out into the present; the voices that echo in a million human hearts, crying for justice, longing for spirituality, eager for relationship, yearning for beauty, drew themselves together into a final scream of desolation.

Creation is good, but it is not God. It is beautiful, but its beauty is at present transient. It is in pain, but that pain is taken into the very heart of God and becomes part of the pain of new birth.

That is our vocation: to be in prayer, perhaps wordless prayer, at the point where the world is in pain.

People sometimes speak as if the spirit were given to make us happy and relaxed. Well, that may sometimes happen, but this expectation looks suspiciously like an attempt to get the spirit to endorse [14] our modern western aspirations. In the New Testament, the spirit drove Jesus into the wilderness after his baptism,34 and the spirit drives the church into the places of pain and danger so that new creation may happen right there, where it is most needed.

Most revolutions breed new tyrannies; not this one. This is the Father's revolution. It comes through the suffering and death of the Son. That's why, at the end of the Lord's Prayer, we pray to be delivered from the great tribulation; which is, not surprisingly, what Jesus told his disciples to pray for in the garden. This revolution comes about through the Messiah, and his people, sharing and bearing the pain of the world, that the world may be healed.

I think of the Jewish novelist Chaim Potok, whose artistic hero Asher Lev searches for imagery to express the pain of modern Judaism. The only thing he can find that will do—to the predictable horror of his community—is the crucifixion scene, which he paints in fresh and shocking ways. I think of the way in which the first Harry Potter novel ends with the disclosure that Harry had been rescued, as a young child, by the loving self-sacrifice of his mother. We could go on.

The gospels offer us not so much a different kind of human, but a different kind of God: a God who, having made humans in his own image, will most naturally express himself in and as that image-bearing creature; a God who, having made Israel to share and bear the pain and horror of the world, will most naturally express himself in and as that pain-bearing, horror-facing creature. This

The church belongs at the very heart of the world, to be the place of prayer and holiness at the point where the world is in pain—not to be a somewhat "religious" version of the world, on the one hand, or a detached, heavenly minded enclave, on the other. It

The gospels offer us not so much a different kind of human, but a different kind of God: a God who, having made humans in his own image, will most naturally express himself in and as that image-bearing creature; a God who, having made Israel to share and bear the pain and horror of the world, will most naturally express himself in and as that pain-bearing, horror-facing creature.

will be painful. That is part of the point, not that we seek the pain, but that we seek to follow Jesus.

how many times a heart could break before it was shattered into so many minute fragments there was no heart left at all.

A child is born where his mother suffers most-- is that not always true?

Yoksa ben gerçekten deÄŸiÅŸmis miydim? Hiç bir sey bilmiyordum. Fakat kendimi yeniden doÄŸmuÅŸ gibi hissediyordum. Tebessum yuzumden eksik olmuyordu ama bir yaprak yerinden oynasa hissedebiliyor, bütün yeryüzündeki ac?lar? duyumsayabiliyordum.

Il faut se séparer, il faut se couper non seulement de l'être aimé, mais de tout ce qui a été notre vie jusque-là, notre bien-être, notre chez-soi, notre vie calme et sans histoires. Sans cette coupure radicale, sans cette séparation douloureuse, le nouveau feu ne jaillira pas. Nous resterons près de la terre.

Les hommes se plaignent des centaines de fois devant Dieu de leur souffrance, de leur blessure, de leur douleur. Mais ils ne savent pas que c'est la souffrance et la douleur qui les rendirent bons et justes. Ils ne savent pas d'avantage que c'est la grâce et la faveur qui les éloignèrent de Créateur, qui les exclurent de son entourage.

Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.

Riley knelt down, clasping the fur at the back of her neck. "You're fucking bruised all down your back. Why the hell didn't you tell me it hurt?" Because it didn't at the time, genius.

He was strong. And his heart, it was breaking.

In my time," he said, "they believed in witches. Are you a witch, Honor, that you make me say these things to you?" Causing him to rip open wounds that had stayed safely scabbed over for so long that, most of the time, he managed to forget they existed. Her hands, so very, very gentle, continued to hold his face as she tugged him down until their foreheads touched. "I'm no witch, Dmitri. If I was, I'd know how to fix you.