Quotes About Pain

Life is unbearable, but death is not so pleasant either.

The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal.

You talk to it, and talk to it. And the stone listens, absorbing all your words, all your secrets, until one fine day it explodes. Bursts into tiny pieces." She cleans and moistens the man's eyes. "And on that day you are set free from all your pain, all your suffering ...

Tu sais, père, la douleur, soit elle arrive à fondre et à s'écouler par les yeux, soit elle devient tranchante comme une lame et jaillit de la bouche, soit elle se transforme en bombe à l'intérieur, une bombe qui explose un beau jour et qui te fait exploser.

Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.

I have a duty to speak the truth as I see it and share not just my triumphs, not just the things that felt good, but the pain, the intense, often unmitigated pain. It is important to share how I know survival is survival and not just a walk throught the rain.

We are already in Hell. It is the earth itself that is Hell, the prison constructed for us by an intelligence superior to our own, in which I could not take a step without injuring the happiness of others, and in which my fellow creatures could not enjoy their own happiness without causing me pain.

Every moment of enjoyment Brings to some one else a sorrow, But your sorrow gladdens no one, For from sorrow naught but sorrow springs.

Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.

The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

The pain passes. The beauty remains.

At times his own heart is on the rack, yet stronger than his pain is the bitter joy which he experiences in understanding and giving expression to that pain.

The past does not haunt us. We haunt the past. We allow our minds to focus in that direction. We open memories and examine them. We reexperience emotions we felt during the painful events we experienced because we are recalling them in as much detail as we can.

Marco Polo pegou suavemente sua mão direita e a acalmou: – Não se martirize mais uma vez, Florence. Não há gigantes diante da depressão. Só sabe a dimensão da sua dor quem atravessa seus vales.

use a dor para se construir, não para se destruir, e saiba sempre que quem vence sem riscos triunfa sem glórias. Tinham de ser tolerantes e não ter medo de serem execrados por andarem com corruptos, imorais e pecadores.

The worst stab wound is the one to the heart. Sure, most people survive it, but the heart is never quite the same. There's always a scar, which I guess, is meant to remind you that even for a little while, someone made your heart beat faster. And that's a scar you can live with, proudly. All the days of your life.

And love? Well, if sex is sweet and death is bitter, love is both. Love will always and forever break your heart.

The conception of "I am not" must of necessity follow the conception of "I am," because of its grammar, as surely in this world of sorrow night follows day. The recognition of pain as such, implies the idea of pleasure, and so with all ideas. By this duality, let him remember to laugh at all times, recognize all things, resist nothing; then there is no conflict, incompatibility or compulsion as such.

To be heartbroken means to have a story

Sometimes life is a terrible thing to happen to someone.

The human being is a wounded consciousness of truth.

In this quiet place on a quiet street where no one ever finds us gently, lovingly, freedom gives back our pain. --from poem In a Quiet Place on a Quiet Street

I know sometimes tragic or humiliating events propel you into a better life, I've experienced that for sure, but it still hurts. It still burns. I think sometimes it hurts more because you can't wish it had never happened. It improved your life in the long run.

I am trying to keep it all together -- not lashing out in anger, not bursting into tears, because what is anger, but pain masquerading as bravado?