Quotes About Pain

The world we live in is a house of pain, and we cannot live in it without it touching us. You will never be smart enough to escape its grasp. From the violence of childbirth to cut fingers and scraped knees, from sibling mockery and peer rejection to familial brokenness, suffering is part of every phase of human existence. We enter life through suffering's door and we exit life through suffering's door.

Grace forces you to feel the pain of your regrets, but never asks you to pay for them, because the price has already been paid by Jesus.

Todos necesitamos a alguien que nos recuerde que la vida no se define por nuestro dolor, sino por nuestra unión con Cristo.

suffering is not an unusual, surprising experience; it's the experience of everyone who lives in this dramatically broken world.

Here is suffering's paradox: the very things we would do anything to avoid, the very things that confront our understanding of who we are, and the very things that cause us the most pain become the very things that usher into our lives the blessings of the help, hope, peace, and rest that we all long to experience.

You're not aware of it, but your envy of others and the pain it produces lock you into a view of life that has a disastrous past and a painful present but is functionally without a future. It feels as if what is will always be.

Day to day, moment to moment, you feel sentiments of pleasure, purpose, pain, and pointlessness.

Take a second to recall your last holiday. How much did you enjoy it? Would you go back again? If you are anything like other people, two factors will explain your answers: the peak moment of pleasure or pain and the final moment of pleasure or pain. This is known as the peak-end effect.50 Further, your overall assessment of an experience doesn't even pay that much attention to how long it lasted. This is known as duration neglect.

In my definition, a sentiment is a feeling that covers the kinds of emotional pleasures and pains that psychologists generally have in mind but it additionally includes feelings about the degree to which an experience is purposeful.

There is pleasure (or pain) and purpose (or pointlessness) in all that you do and feel. They are separate components that make up your overall happiness from an experience.

On the folk religion level, the problem of death often has less to do with what happens to the person who has died than with the pain and meaninglessness that death brings for the living. How can the living deal with the devastation caused by the death of a loved one?

Yes, I learned to hate, Peter, and that is worse than being sick, or starved, or thirsty, or in pain.

depression haunts the lives of many

the more self-focused we become in trying to avoid pain and service our pleasures, the more we fall victim to greed and not sharing

Running a startup is like being punched in the face repeatedly, but working for a large company is like being waterboarded.

Introducing change is like pulling off a bandage : the pain is a memory as soon as you feel it.

Remembering is painful, it's difficult, but it can be inspiring and it can give wisdom.

Writing books hurts like no other kind of writing.

Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.

W-what...is that?" Veronique followed his gaze. "The one I serve. That is my god. The god of pain and desire." Holmes

was a love affair that produced moments of ecstasy, moments of pain, and sometimes, when he sensed he was being trapped by his emotions, moments of resentment. "No," I said. "The sea is why I'm here, close to

And that's just the beginning. More and more, conventional wisdom says that the responsible thing is to make the unemployed suffer. And while the benefits from inflicting pain are an illusion, the pain itself will be all too real.

Our epoch has been called the century of work. It is in fact the century of pain, misery and corruption.

To-day my skies are bare and ashen, And bend on me without a beam. Since love is held the master-passion, Its loss must be the pain supreme