Quotes About Pain

Whom a man might compare to one of those half-eaten wretches, matched in the amphitheatre with wild beasts; who as full as they are all the body over with wounds and blood, desire for a great favour, that they may be reserved till the next day

And keep in mind too that pain often comes in disguise—as drowsiness, fever, loss of appetite.… When you're bothered by things like that, remind yourself: "I'm giving in to pain.

To change your experience, change your opinion. Stop telling yourself that you're a victim and the pain goes away. What truly hurts you is what makes you a worse person. Don't say you've been harmed if your reason and character are untouched. And no one can muddy your reason and mar your character but yourself.

And moreover, to fear pain is to fear something that's bound to happen, the world being what it is—and that again is blasphemy.

If you are distressed about anything, the pain is not one to the thing but to your own estimate to it.

No time for reading. For controlling your arrogance, yes. For overcoming pain and pleasure, yes. For outgrowing ambition, yes. For not feeling anger at stupid and unpleasant people—even for caring about them—for that, yes.

If thou art pained by any external thing, it is not this thing that disturbs thee, but thy own judgement about it.

To change your experience, change your opinion. Stop telling yourself that you're a victim and the pain goes away.

the soul does violence to itself when it is overpowered by pleasure or by pain.

unknown Byzantine poet composed a brief appreciation that came to be copied along with the text: ON THE BOOK OF MARCUS If you desire to master pain Unroll this book and read with care, And in it find abundantly A knowledge of the things that are, Those that have been, and those to come. And know as well that joy and grief Are nothing more than empty smoke.

He also that pursues after pleasures, as that which is truly good and flies from pains, as that which is truly evil: is impious.

Again, he that feareth pains and crosses in this world, feareth some of those things which some time or other must needs happen in the world.

Now hath pain given thee the foil; thy courage hath failed thee.

If thou art pained by any external thing, it is not this that disturbs thee, but thy own judgment about it. And it is in thy power to wipe out this judgment now.

But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.

Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. Maybe it's much the same.

Genius is an infinite capacity for causing pain.

I wish I didn't have to think about you. You wanted to impress me; well, I'm not impressed, I'm disgusted...You wanted to make damn good and sure I'd never be able to turn over in bed again without feeling that body beside me, not there but tangible, like a leg that's been cut off. Gone but the place still hurts.

Tell me where it hurts, she'd say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where. But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.

Strange how we decorate pain. These ribbons, for instance, and the small hard teardrops of blood. Who are they for? Do we think the dead care?

Anyway, maybe there weren't any solutions. Human society, corpses and rubble. It never learned, it made the same cretinous mistakes over and over, trading short-term gain for long-term pain.

But in life, a tragedy is not one long scream. It includes everything that led up to it. Hour after trivial hour, day after day, year after year, and then the sudden moment: the knife stab, the shell burst, the plummet of the car from a bridge.

The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you've been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil. It was like being in an elevator cut loose at the top. Falling, falling, and not knowing when you will hit.

When you can't tell the difference between your own pleasure and your pain then you're an addict.