Quotes About Pain

It's love, Bertie, but love unrequited. Although she is the apple of my eye, to her I am no more than a pip. I need

And just as he done for thriteen years, he forced his mind to ignore the hurt

That's the inescapable math of tragedy and the multiplication of grief

I figured out that letting 'the world' hurt me served a few functions extremely well: It provided me with a kind of nurturing I didn't otherwise know how to attract, I couldn't be pinned with total responsibility, and it provided physical pain, a reason to cry that others could understand. So much easier than trying to explain all the accumulated rage and numbness and sadness.

But at the bottom," he writes in his powerful memoir Den of Lions, "in surrender so complete there is no coherent thought, no real pain, no feeling, just exhaustion, just waiting, there is something else. Warmth/light/softness. Acceptance, by me, of me. Rest. After a while, some strength. Enough, for now.

Doubting is not unique to a person or a time period. It is the nature of being a finite human living in a complex world filled with pain and disappointment and questions about existence that will never be answered.

It's a little too little It's a little too late I'm a little too hurt And there's nothin' left that I've gotta say You can cry to me baby But there's only so much I can take Ah, it's a little too little It's a little too late

Ah, God, I trod them down where I have trod, And they remain, and they remain, Etched in unutterable pain, Loved lips and faces now apart, That once were closer than my heart-- In agony, in agony, And horribly a part of me....

There was no pain when I awoke, No pain at all. Rest, like a goad, Spurred my eyes open -- and light broke Upon them like a million swords: And she was there. There are no words. Heaven is for a moment's span. And ever.

Me parece que estoy viajando por el interior de un cerebro atacado de violentísima jaqueca.

aquel semblante descolorido y cadavérico me inspiraba profundo dolor.

The boy was still there, inside the young man's body. It was the same with all of them, all the men she had ever known, in her family or outside it; they reverted to childhood when they were hurt, or sad, or in trouble.

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness & of pain: of strength & freedom. The beauty of disappointment & never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, & everlasting beauty of monotony.

Wars bring scars.

That which hurts, also instructs.

Nothing brings more pain than too much pleasure; nothing more bondage than too much liberty.

What Comfort can the Vortices of Descartes give to a Man who has Whirlwinds in his bowels!

The Things which hurt, instruct.

Her Love cuts through my heart so fats that its pain is also enjoyable, that's how sharp her love is for me (Tshegofatso Mosuwe)

Tattoos exude pain and pleasure all at the same time.

I have been able to tap into all the negative things that can happen to me throughout my life by numbing myself to the pain so to speak and kind of being able to vent it through my music.

Derrida was particularly pained to see the story of his relationship with Sylviane exposed in two biographies of Jospin, long extracts from which were published in the press: one by Serge Raffy, the other by Claude Askolovitch. Derrida could not stand his image starting to resemble the most conventional soap opera.

You go on Instagram, and it's just not a real reflection of what people do and how much pain people are in every day.