Quotes About Pain

I think that pain gives us appreciation of joy - it's a package deal. And I definitely think that the joys of life far outweigh the pain.

The cause of so much suffering and pain and one of the impediments to our spiritual progress, is the conditioning of expecting things to go our way, even in our spiritual life.

All my life I've always been so blue, born to lose, and now I'm losing you.

Nothing of value is free. Even the breath of life is purchased at birth only through gasping effort and pain.

My life failed on the very day I was born.

Grow up. Get a life. Life is pain. Anybody who tells you something other than that is trying to sell you something.

What is there to say, finally, except that pain is bad and pleasure good, life all, death nothing.

Getting control of life is never easy, and sometimes it can be definitely painful.

There's always pain around. That's one thing you can guarantee in life - there will always be a surplus of pain.

I don't see life as an opportunity to see how far you can go in the pursuit of pain, although I think I've challenged it a bit.

Everything was simple, physical, painful, exalting. The world consisted of the four elements - land and water, firepower and distancing air.

At a certain point memory becomes a beach strewn with landmines, all life's many losses buried in those sands.

You spend your life dreaming, running 'round in a trance, You hang out forever and still miss the dance, And if you get lucky, you might find someone, To help you get over the pain that will come.

Everything in life is not all beautiful, not all fun. There is lots of killing and drugs.

Don't let your heart depend on things That ornament life in a fleeting way! He who possesses, let him learn to lose, He who is fortunate, let him learn pain.

It's not life in the present moment that is intolerable; the pain we are avoiding has already happened. We are living in reverse.

Every pleasure raises the tide of life; every pain lowers the tide of life.

Life is like licking Honey from a Thorn

The rain comes down harder as I write. It sheets off the roof in torrents. I wish it would pound against me. Pound the life from my body. The flesh from my bones. The pain from my heart.

Life is both pleasure and pain, is it not? But why should we cling to pleasure and avoid pain? Why not merely live with both? If you cling to pleasure what happens? You get attached, do you not?

Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.

Life is a velvet crowbar hitting you over the head, youre bleeding syrup amour, bleeding to death.

If I'm honest with myself, I think it's probably true I have learned more in my life through pain than through joy. But hopefully that's changing.

Sometimes I feel my whole life has been one big rejection.