Quotes About Pain

At some point in our Christian life, many of us realize no one ever told us how to deal with our wounds that are still there—buried deeper than ever—but still there.

You break my sleep And something like my heart.

Every night passes grief-stricken, weeping.

Their pain was bigger than their love. You had to forgive them for that.

Yeah, he'd said, maybe it's just my idea, but really it always hurts, the times it don't hurt is when we just forget, we just forget it hurts, you know, it's not just because my belly's all rotten, everybody always hurts. So when it really starts stabbing me, somehow I feel sort of peaceful, like I'm myself again.

There in that pool stained with green blood, he had learned two things: one was that all the pain stopped when you stopped fighting death; and the other was that as long as you could still hear your heart beating, you had to keep fighting back.

The truth hurts for a little while. A lie hurts forever.

What are the (4) greatest tragedies in life? 1) To commit unjust behaviors, acts. 2)To cause unjust harm to someone or something. 3) To fall victim to injustice. 4) To suffer unjust pain.

She felt bones in her cheek shatter with the impact.

It was the face of a human being who'd been constructed exclusively of wounds. Not time or history or ambition, nothing but wounds. The face of a person who could probably kill someone without feeling anything whatsoever.

Dünyada bana hiçbir ?ey tabiattan melül bir insan?n zorla gülmeye çal??mas? kadar ac? gelmemi?tir.

Na ovome svijetu ništa mi nije teže padalo nego kad se neki tužan ?ovjek s teško?om pokušava smijati.

Etraflar? taraf?ndan anla??lmayan, haklar?nda daima yanl?? hükümler verilen insanlar?n zamanla bu yaln?zl?klar?ndan bir gurur ve ac? bir zevk duymaya ba?lad?klar?n? biliyordum.

Hay amores buenos como el pan, nutrientes, esperanzadores, y hay amores de hambre y de veneno. Hay amores que abren una ventana sobre el paraíso, de los que soportamos los tormentos por los éxtasis en los que derivan, y amores que nos entretienen con el éxtasis mientras secretamente nos arrastran al infierno.

Een dovemansgesprek dat maakte dat ik mijn toevlucht weer zocht in mijn innerlijke monoloog. Het maakt hem geen moer uit hoe ik er aan toe ben. Ik kan bloed verliezen tot ik crepeer, ik kan het uitschreeuwen van de pijn, hij zal door blijven gaan.

And when he'd hurried out as soon as Jane had been taken from the room, Louisa had mumbled something derogatory about the entire male sex.He hadn't taken offense. How could he? Molly was screaming her blasted head off and enduring hours and hours of pain, all to bring forth a child without her husband. At that moment, he had the utmost respect for women and nothing but contempt for himself and his kind.

It was like looking at heaven from the ferry to hell.

You won't try to kiss me again?" "Given your method for handling that problem? No. I don't particularly like pain.

Love is not a joy; it is a deep wonderful pain. It is a very deep, tearing, wonderful pain. Something within you should tear; not just something, everything within you should tear. Only then you know what love is. If it feels pleasant, that's not love; it's just convenience. Maybe you felt a little affection. If you have ever loved, everything inside you tears apart, really tears apart. It's painful but wonderful. That's how it is.

Most people will grow only with pain, not with pleasure. It's unfortunate, but that's the truth. Generally people only go down with pleasure. They don't go up with pleasure. Please see, the quality of a human being is like this: when life offers more and more pleasures to a man, he doesn't grow. He goes down. In terms of the real quality of a human being, only when suffering comes, when pain comes, does a man stand up as a human being.

Resentment, anger, jealousy, pain, hurt, and depression are poisons that you drink but expect someone else to die. Life does not work that way. Most people take lifetimes to understand this simple truth.

To claim a limited end to a limitless process, to reduce the infinite to the finite, to draw borders across the borderless, to make measurements of the unfathomable – this is the beginning of the human impulse to create certainty where none exists. It is the birth of pain, of suffering, of delusion. The

There was pain. Terrible, unbearable pain. But pain is a natural phenomenon, and it is good. Without it you wouldn't know if your leg was chopped off. But suffering is another matter altogether. Pain is bad enough; why make it worse with suffering? Suffering is entirely self-created. And every human being has the choice: to suffer or not to suffer. It doesn't take much intelligence to choose the latter.

If you stick a knife in my back nine inches and pull it out six inches, there's no progress. If you pull it all the way out that's not progress. Progress is healing the wound that the blow made. And they haven't even pulled the knife out much less heal the wound.