Quotes About Pain

Suffering does not change its face.

Poor fellow, he suffers from files.

I think anyone who suffers from chronic pain can agree with this - you feel this great significance. What I wanted to capture was that significance, and as a matter of fact I think that's one of the lyrics on 'Conflict,' on the split. I touch on the significance, and really it's a selfish thing, in an offbeat way.

The hater always suffers more than the object of his hatred.

Insecurity, for me, feels like the sensation of suffocating.

You can't quantify human pain the way you can measure out sugar. Death comes one individual at a time.

No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

I have a suicide impulse.

Suicide is not an answer, it's destruction.

The safest and most suitable form of penance seems to be that which causes pain in the flesh but does not penetrate to the bones, that is, which causes suffering but not sickness.

The single 'Pray 4 Love' was a summary for the album, but there are a lot of different messages about the way to deal with relationships from dealing with your homeboys to dealing with your pain. This is life that we all go through.

I've dealt with a lot of injuries over the years, and you just learn about pain management and how to keep yourself in the best shape to play on Sunday, and then playing with pain.

When you're growing up, your dad is your superhero. Once you've let yourself fall that in love with someone, once you put him on such a high pedestal and he lets you down, you never want to experience that pain again.

Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it. For those near to you are distant...

And many a day's hours were like that. As if someone fashioned my likeness somewhere in order to torment it slowly with needles. I felt each sharp prick of his playing, and it was: as if a rain fell on me in which all things change.

But perhaps these are the very hours during which solitude grows; for its growing is painful as the growing of boys and sad as the beginning of spring.

Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you.

We, hurt by ourselves, keen to be hurters and keen to be hurt back deep inside. We, like weapons laid beside anger asleep.

Wie hab ich das gefühlt was Abschied heißt. Wie weiß ichs noch: ein dunkles unverwundnes grausames etwas, das ein Schönverbundnes noch einmal zeigt und hinhält und zerreißt.

How we squander our hours of pain. How we gaze beyond them into the bitter duration to see if they have an end. Though they are really our winter-enduring foliage, our dark evergreen, one season in our inner year—, not only a season in time—, but are place and settlement, foundation and soil and home.

Why should you want to exclude from your life all unsettling, all pain, all depression of spirit, when you don't know what work it is these states are performing within you?

There is but one solitude, and that is great and not easy to bear, and to almost everybody come hours when they would gladly exchange it for any sort of intercourse, however banal and cheap, for the semblance of some slight accord with the first comer, with the unworthiest... But perhaps those are the very hours when solitude grows; for its growing is painful as the growing of boys and sad as the beginning of springtimes.

love your solitude, accept the pain it causes you, and make a melody with it.

Geloof niet dat degene die u probeert te troosten moeiteloos te midden van de eenvoudige en stille woorden leeft waarbij u menigmaal baat vindt. Diens leven is rijk aan droefenis en verdriet en het blijft ver bij de woorden ten achter. Maar als het anders was, zou hij die woorden nooit hebben kunnen vinden. Borgeby Gård Flädie, Zweden, 12 augustus 2017