Quotes About Pain

In order to become whole we must try, in a long process, to discover our own personal truth, a truth that may cause pain before giving us a new sphere of freedom. If we choose instead to content ourselves with intellectual "wisdom," we will remain in the sphere of illusion and self-deception.

Depression as Denial of the Self Depression consists of a denial of one's own emotional reactions. This denial begins in the service of an absolutely essential adaptation during childhood and indicates a very early injury. There are many children who have not been free, right from the beginning, to experience the very simplest of feelings, such as discontent, anger, rage, pain, even hunger—and, of course, enjoyment of their own bodies.

Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.

Abolish these categories of pain (or is it love) Let it all be one pain Pain swallows itself, dies like a star.

Gee whiz, it's all fucking heart- breaking

You're too lazy, passive to suffer. I do that for you too.

Are you in pain, my darling? There's no pain here but the psychic; you're afloat in a blood-sticky unuttered scream.

You were sick, so sick, with your wound of thwarted longing

I only remember that it all hurt.

But there's a pain in lack of reasons.

I'm sickened by all the suffering I'm aware of.

I want to know why my loves had to die.

I can't love you. Why are you like this? Why did you hate me and make me hate you?

I won't read this after I've written it, any kind of past life pains me now

Hurts so—That's just loss. This hole within—

The edges of your wound surround a void

Time exists to be brutal in.

Don't ever speak to me from ecstasy, my life is broken.

I'm hungry, I'm sick, I'm wounded.

How much have you suffered? It isn't just, is it? No it's not

How much anguish can you tolerate?

I don't have a casual life, but exist to be possessed by misery, grace, or laughter.

I always speak to myself no more myself but a colander draining the sound from this never-to-be-mentioned wound

being dragged along crippled over things as if broken-winged