Quotes About Pain

Pain can easily produce the sense of being abandoned. The presence of someone who loves and cares can most persuasively counter that fear. God's words were important to Job, but most important to him was the assurance that God was with him through it all, revealing Himself to Job at the most critical moment. And Job said, "My ears had heard of you but now my eyes have seen you" (Job 42:5).

intellectual answers to the problem of pain are important. But intellect alone cannot help us navigate the minefield of pain and suffering. Other worldviews may offer intellectual answers. Christianity alone offers us a person.

meaninglessness does not come from being weary of pain, but from being weary of pleasure.....It is not pain that has driven the West into emptiness, it has been the drowning of meaning in the oceans of our pleasures.

People in pain may look for comfort and explanations. People disappointed in pleasure look for purpose.

But disappointment in pleasure is a completely different thing. While pain can often be seen as a means to a greater end, pleasure is seen as an end in itself. And when pleasure has run its course, a sense of despondency can creep into one's soul that may often lead to self-destruction. Pain can often be temporary, but disappointment in pleasure gives rise to emptiness—not just for a moment, but for life.

It is Christ who shows that unless a person's pain is understood, one will never understand a person's soul. He Himself is the best reminder of the reward of chasing truth versus chasing shadows.

Life is a search for the spiritual. Whether in the throes of pain or in the disappointments of pleasure, we strive for an essence that is beyond the physical.

These extremes of feeling at either end of the spectrum that most of us wish to avoid, even as we are drawn into them, are the twin realities that help shape our search. We want to find happiness. We want to avoid pain. We want to know who we are. We want to know what we are. We care about our origin and our essence. Pleasure and pain become indicators along the way on the road that will lead us to our destiny, and they are rooted in the question of our origin.

We have lost the shared meanings of pain, and so the shared meanings of victory become occasions for jealousy.

The problem of pain has remained the single greatest question, not only for the skeptic who uses it as an excuse to doubt God's existence, but also for the believer who questions God's purpose.

Pleasure without boundaries produces a life without purpose. That is real pain. No death, no tragedy, no atrocity—nothing really matters. Life is sheer hollowness, with no purpose. In

Writing is supposed to be difficult, agonizing, a dreadful exercise, a terrible occupation.

That's life for you, said McDunn. Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more.

Memories, as my father once said, are porcupines. To hell with them! Stay away from them! They make you unhappy. They ruin your work. They make you cry

Silly words, silly words, silly awful hurting words.

The stuff of nightmare is their plain bread. They butter it with pain.

Life is short, misery sure, mortality certain.

But here I was with hardly a sign of any outward conflict. It was all running around in spiked boots inside my head, making cuts and bruises where no one could see them except me and a psychologist. But it was just as bad.

Not about mean old nasty Mars, I tell you, mister! It's your type that is going to boil for years, and suffer and break out in black pimples and be tortured——" "I must admit Earth isn't very nice. You've described it beautifully.

The suit caught light and stirred like a bed of black tweed-thorns, interminably itching, covering the man's long body with motion so it seemed he should excruciate, cry out, and tear the clothes free.

That's life for you," said McDunn. "Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more.

Ä°nsanlar neden insanlara ac? vermek istiyor? Dünyada yeterince ac? yokmuÅŸ gibi, illa insanlar? öyle ÅŸeylerle rahats?z edeceksiniz!

Alcune persone diventano tristi quando sono ancora terribilmente giovani. Senza una ragione specifica, a quanto pare, ma sembrano nati per questo. Si feriscono più facilmente, si stancano prima, piangono più velocemente, si ricordano tutto per più tempo e, come ho detto, diventano tristi più presto di chiunque altro al mondo. Lo so, perché sono uno di loro.

But what father ever really believes it? He carries no burden, he feels no pain. What man, like woman, lies down in darkness and gets up with child?