Quotes About Pain

if we somehow find the courage to go directly into the discomfort - even the discomfort of illness, pain, old age, and death - we might discover something unexpected there.

Some people use their own hurt as an excuse for hurting others

Some people use their own hurt as an excuse for hurting others, or for soaking in self-pity, or for a sharp anger that knifes up through the surface whenever something reminds them of what happened long ago.

A long time ago I learned to fear pains that arise at the top of my body, toothaches or migraines, but now I have discovered the extraordinary range of the information network. Somewhere, far away from my brain, a piece of leather is cutting into my heel, but even so my brain receives the information perfectly.

Anxiety, the other characteristic of modern man, is even more basic than emptiness and loneliness. For being "hollow" and lonely would not bother us except that it makes us prey to that peculiar psychological pain and turmoil called anxiety.

conscious anxiety is more painful but it is available also to use in the service of integration of the self.

In its full-blown intensity, anxiety is the most painful emotion to which the human animal is heir. "Present dangers are less than future imaginings," as Shakespeare puts it; and people have been known to leap out of a lifeboat and drown rather than face the greater agony of continual doubt and uncertainty, never knowing whether they will be rescued or not.

After all, Father, to understand their demonstration one doesn't have to be very intelligent: it's enough to have suffered.

Biz insanlar, hem de nice bir zamandan beri mutsuz bir çocukluk içindeyiz.

He always remembered it vividly when he was in physical pain and when the limit of his strength seemed to have been reached, and it was a memory that helped him every time to hold out and to go on.

She sent the kids again its just like the divorce

Pain is the price we pay for memory. It's some kind of sin to forget what hurts, as much as it is to forget what makes us smile. Suffering has its meaning, and memory has its graces.

You hear people mention being in love. It's like a sickness I've never had.

It's a hard place this world can be. No wonder a baby cries coming in to it. Tears from the start

What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first... it's amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood.

El toro impávido ante la lengua de los muertos / la muerte derramada bajo los cascos implacables / la impiedad del caballo entre el dolor de las lámparas / y el amor mío por el sueño / deslumbrado de pronto / por el remordimiento. (Descubrimiento del Guernica)

Cuando el dolor cae sobre ti sin paliativos, lo primero que te arranca es la palabra.

Y eso es lo que nuestra sociedad no maneja bien: enseguida escondemos o prohibimos tácitamente el sufrimiento.

Y es raro porque, aunque pase el tiempo, el dolor de la pérdida, cuando se pone a doler, te sigue pareciendo igual de intenso.

Hablo de ese dolor que es tan grande que ni siquiera parece que te nace de dentro, sino que es como si hubieras sido sepultada por un alud. Y así estás. Tan enterrada bajo esas pedregosas toneladas de pena que no puedes ni hablar.

Para mí, los libros son verdaderos talismanes. Me parece que, si tengo algo a mano para leer, puedo ser capaz de aguantar casi todo. Son un antidoto para el dolor, un calmante para la desesperación, un excitante contra el aburrimiento. Nunca me siento sola ni existen horas perdidas cuando puedo sumergirme en un texto.

El arte en general, y la literatura en particular, son armas poderosas contra el Mal y el Dolor. Las novelas no los vencen (son invencibles), pero nos consuelan del espanto.

El desamor es tópico, ridículo, monumentalmente exagerado. Pero duele

La creatividad es justamente esto: un intento alquímico de transmutar el sufrimiento en belleza. El arte en general, y la literatura en particular, son armas poderosas contra el Mal y el Dolor.