Quotes About Pain

Silence is the tortured man's revenge.

Esiste una diversità fra dolore e sofferenza: ciò che impariamo dal dolore - per esempio, che il fuoco scotta ed è pericoloso - è sempre individuale, mentre ciò che impariamo dalla sofferenza ci affratella, ci fa sentire parte della razza umana. Se sperimentiamo solo dolore, senza sofferenza, ciò che impariamo serve solo a noi stessi. Il dolore senza sofferenza è come una vittoria senza battaglia

If you'd been born and raised in Palestine, you'd know that some people are born to suffer. And it never stops, for them. Not for a second. You'd know where real suffering comes from. It's the same place where love and freedom and pride are born. And it's the same place where those feelings and ideals die. That suffering never stops. We only pretend it does. We only tell ourselves it does, to make the kids stop whimpering in their sleep.

The wound healed and the pain receded from me just as memories do, like landmarks on a distant, foggy shore.

Suffering, let me see. I think that suffering is a matter of choice. I think that we do not have to suffer anything in this life, if we are strong enough to deny it. The strong man can master his feelings so completely that it is almost impossible to make him suffer. When we do suffer things, like pain and so, it means that we have lost control. So I will say that suffering is a human weakness.

When we're young, we think that suffering is something that's done to us. When we get older- when the steel door slams shut, in one way or another-we know that real suffering is measured by what's taken away from us.

Cruelty is a kind of cowardice. Cruel laughter is the way cowards cry when they're not alone, and causing pain is how they grieve.

And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.

La sofferenza non è necessariamente un segno di debolezza; con uno sforzo di volontà è possibile sopportarla: la forza di volontà nasce da un severo autocontrollo, che è di per sè una forma di sofferenza volontaria

One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you. CHAPTER SIX PRABAKER'S

Tears begin in the heart, but some of us deny the heart so often, and for so long, that when it speaks we hear not one but a hundred sorrows in the heartbreak. We know that crying is a good and natural thing. We know that crying isn't a weakness, but a kind of strength. Still, the weeping rips us root by tangled root from the earth, and we crash like fallen trees when we cry.

he'd been able to deal with that pain because he'd accepted his own part in causing it

Suffering, let me see. I think that suffering is a matter of choice. I think that we do not have to suffer anything in this life, if we are strong enough to deny it. The strong man can master his feelings so completely that it is almost impossible to make him suffer. When we do suffer things, like pain and so, it means that we have lost control. So I will say that suffering is a human weakness. - Madjid

the more that I tried to ignore it, the more agonizing it felt.

The burden of happiness can only be relieved by the balm of suffering. -Farid

When we do suffer things, like pain and so, it means that we have lost control.

My heart, sometimes, was a graveyard full of blank stones.

Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that's all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that's all we have—to hold on tight until the dawn.

You understand and accept it when the bad guys work you over. But when the good guys use handcuffs to chain you to a wall, and then take turns to stomp and kick you, it's the whole system, it's the whole world, that's breaking your bones. And then there was the screaming. The other men, the other prisoners, screaming. Every night.

it was the source of a constant and almost unbearable pain.

The wound was beginning to knit well enough, but it was an angry red, with some flares of yellowish-white.

endured the pain expressionlessly

Kiedy jeste?my m?odzi, s?dzimy, ?e cierpienie to co?, co kto? nam mo?e zada?. Kiedy przybywa nam lat – kiedy zatrzaskuj? si? jakie? stalowe drzwi – wiemy ju?, ?e prawdziwe cierpienie mierzy si? tym, co nam odebrano.

assassin grief, he'd once called it: the kind of grief that lies in wait and attacks from ambush, with no warning and no mercy. I know now that assassin grief can hide for years and then strike suddenly, on the happiest day, without discernible reason or exegesis.