Quotes About Pain

We are never so vulnerable as when we love, and never so hopelessly unhappy as when we lose the object of our love.

Most of the 'pain' we experience is of a perceptual order, perception either of the urge of unsatisfied instincts or of something in the external world which may be painful in itself or may arouse painful anticipations in the psychic apparatus and is recognised by it as 'danger.

Les souvenirs pénibles s'effacent difficilement, reviennent sans cesse, quoi qu'on fasse pour les étouffer, et vous torturent sans répit.

The details of the process by which repression changes a possibility of pleasure into a source of 'pain' are not yet fully understood, or are not yet capable of clear presentation, but it is certain that all neurotic 'pain' is of this kind, is pleasure which cannot be experienced as such.

Niemals sind wir ungeschützter gegen das Leiden, als wenn wir Lieben. Niemals hilfloser unglücklich, als wenn wir das geliebte Objekt oder seine Liebe verloren haben.

Nevertheless several things might be said in criticism of his disappointment. Strictly speaking it is not justified, for it consists in the destruction of an illusion. Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.

O sofrer nos ameaça a partir de três lados: do próprio corpo, que fadado ao declínio e à dissolução, não pode sequer dispensar a dor e o medo, como sinais de advertência; e, por fim, das relações com os outros seres humanos.

Pain is thus the actual reaction to loss of object, while anxiety is the reaction to the danger which that loss entails and, by a further displacement, a reaction to the danger of the loss of object itself.

We have decided to consider pleasure and 'pain' in relation to the quantity of excitation present in the psychic life—and not confined in any way—along such lines that 'pain' corresponds with an increase and pleasure with a decrease in this quantity.

pleasure or pain may be thought of in psycho-physical relationship to conditions of stability and instability

people have said that were it not for suicide they could not go on.

Youth burdened with the full knowledge of how sad and painful aging is I would not call youth at all

Why do I think you did it? Because you were trapped upside down in a tankful of water. Because you were weak and in pain. Because you were tired of fighting.

And just because there are other people who've lost someone to suicide doesn't mean that what I'm feeling is something that can be shared.

Is this because I think suicide can be justifiable? Plato thought so. Seneca thought so. But what do I think? Why do I think you did it? Because you were trapped upside down in a tankful of water. Because you were weak and in pain. Because you were tired of fighting.

You must have known it yourself, Erlend- a thicket of briers and thorns and nettles had you sowed around you- how could you draw a young maid in to your side and she not be torn and wounded and bleeding-" –p. 93

Then it occurred to me that many of these people had suffered more than Christ himself. "I pondered this until I felt that my heart and mind would burst. But finally I received the light that I had prayed and begged for. And I realized that just as they had suffered, so should we all have the courage to suffer. Who would be so foolish not to accept pain and torment if this was the way to a faithful and steadfast bridegroom who waits with open arms, his breast bloody and burning with love.

I wasn't just seasick; I was undone in sorrow.

No," Jude agreed softly, "but we can empathize. Anyone who's been in a relationship where one partner blames the other for their own inadequacies knows the kind of pain involved. Strange how it keeps happening. There are enough unpleasant people out there in the world to cut you down to size. What everyone needs at home is someone to support and bolster them.

A menudo curar es mutilar.

I]'m reliving it street by street, hour by hour, with the mission of neutralizing it, and transforming it into an inoffensive past that i can keep in my heart without either disowning it or suffering from it. That's not easy. It's at once painful and poetic.

När du gjorde dig illa var det inte smärtan som fick dig att gråta, berättade modern senare. Det var känslan av att världen hade svikit dig.

Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart.

YaÅŸamaya s?k? s?k? sar?lm??san?z sizce ister gökyüzünde ister yeryüzünde olsun, ölümsüzlük ölümün ac?s?n? size unutturamaz, sizi avutamaz.