Quotes About Pain

Entonces empezó a llorar. No se si era por el dolor que sentía o por el dolor que acababa de provocar.

No, you're not. If you were really sorry, you wouldn't have done it. We do as we please, and then say we're sorry. But we're not sorry. We're just uncomfortable--watching other people in pain.

I am a mess because you won't let me clean us up. You would rather remain on the floor, spilled, tracked over, something that would have made a nice conversation piece, a thing of beauty, if someone has allowed it to. You would rather be broken glass in my feet than the looking glass I peer into every day.

The man who once said I was the best thing to ever happened to him no longer even cares that he is making cry. He is breaking my heart. He is making me hurt more than anyone ever has because I am for some reason willing to put up with it, and think somehow it's my own fault, that I have done something to make him hate me.

Hay?r, böylesine ac? çekme gücünü kendinden alm?yor o. Bu güç ona d??ar?dan geliyor...Åžu bulvardan. Kolundan tutup ????a, insanlar?n aras?na, pespembe sokaklara götürmeli onu. Orada böyle ac? çekilmez, yumuÅŸay?verir, güven dolu halini bulur ve her zamanki ac?lar?n?n düzeyine iner.

Towards the end of your life you have something like a pain schedule to fill out—a long schedule like a federal document, only it's your pain schedule. Endless categories. First, physical causes—like arthritis, gallstones, menstrual cramps. New category, injured vanity, betrayal, swindle, injustice. But the hardest items of all have to do with love. The question then is: So why does everybody persist? If love cuts them up so much....

I am willing without further exercise in pain to open my heart. And this needs no doctrine or theology of suffering. We love apocalypses too much, and crisis ethics and florid extremism with its thrilling language. Excuse me, no. I've had all the monstrosity I want.

Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was broken.

I wish my dead days would quit bothering me and leave me alone. The bad stuff keeps coming back, and it's the worst rhythm there is. The repetition of a man's bad self, that's the worst suffering that's ever been known.

You have to have the power to employ pain, to repent, to be illuminated, you must have the opportunity and even the time.

You can know a man by his devils and the way he gives hurts.

Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was "broken.

More commonly suffering breaks people, crushes them, and is simply unilluminating. You see how gruesomely human beings are destroyed by pain, when they have the added torment of losing their humanity first, so that their death is a total defeat...

If energy is delight and exuberance is beauty, the manic depressive knows more about life than anyone else. Didn't Freud say happiness was nothing more than the remission of pain? So, the more pain, the intenser the happiness.

There I stretched out on the low bed and remained for days, sick. If Tertullian came to the window of heaven to rejoice in the sight of the damned, as he said he'd do, he might have seen my leg across his line of vision through the sunlight. That was how I felt.

and suffering is another bad habit.

Never has any country given its people so many toys to play with or sent such highly gifted individuals to the remotest corners of idleness, as close as possible to the frontiers of pain.

Oh, death from what we do not want is the most common of all the causes.

Depressives cannot surrender childhood--not even the pains of childhood.

Oh fuck. It's like period pain in my head. It's toothache of the brain.

Pleasure is never as pleasant as we expected it to be and pain is always more painful. The pain in the world always outweighs the pleasure. If you don't believe it, compare the respective feelings of two animals, one of which is eating the other.

To be shocked at how deeply rejection hurts is to ignore what acceptance involves. We must never allow our suffering to be compounded by suggestions that there is something odd in suffering so deeply. There would be something amiss if we didn't.

One simple test of the claim that the pleasure in the world outweighs the pain…is to compare the feelings of an animal that is devouring another with those of the animal being devoured.

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