Quotes About Pain

the trials and tensions of the world take us back behind our ego where the Divine Self is waiting, that part I know is truth. We aren't the God of the Western world, but each of us is a piece of the Divine. Pain and loss initiate us to our oneness with each other, God, and life. Nothing can separate us from God, no matter how alone we feel.

Sometimes when we meet other people—and even after we've gotten to know them—all we see is the tip of the iceberg when we look at their lives. We don't understand the things that are driving them, the unresolved issues from their pasts, and the depth of pain they're in now.

Have no fear, child, a voice whispers. Have no regrets. Relinquish your resentments. Let Me take your pain. All you have is the present moment. Be still. Be here. Trust. All you have is now. It is enough.

In spite of the range of needs and wants that go unmet when we don't love, it may feel safer to not love. We don't risk the uncertainty and vulnerability of closeness. We don't risk the pain of loving, and for many of us love has caused a great deal of pain.

Denial is the shock absorber for the soul. It is an instinctive and natural reaction to pain, loss and change. It protects us, It wards off the blows of the life until we can gather our other coping resources.

The chemically dependent partner numbs the feelings and the nonabuser is doubled over in pain—relieved only by anger and occasional fantasies," wrote Janet Geringer Woititz in an article from the book CoDependency, An Emerging Issue.1

Sometimes maybe you need an experience. The experience can be a person or it can be a drug. The experience opens a door that was there all the time but you never saw it. Or maybe it blasts you into outer space...All that negative stuff. All the pain...It just floted away from me, I just floated away from it...up and away...

Not forgiving someone is like not pulling a thorn out of your foot just because you weren't the one to put it there.

not forgiving someone is like not pulling a thorn out of your foot just because you weren't the one that put it there.

Why do we grow up thinking life should be fair? Who told us that it should be? Because it never is, and finding that out . . . hurts worse than a lie.

There are times when—when being alone is a hurt that's worse than dying. When it's easier to die than to be alone. Aren't there?

Sevgi bazen yan?nda ac?y? da getirir ama ÅŸu an hissettiÄŸin ac?n?n beraberinde sevgiyi de getirip getiremeyeceÄŸini bilmenin hiçbir yolu yoktur.

He was vaguely aware that his hand was going to hurt like bloodygthat would be later.

Mummy says not forgiving someone hurts you worse than it hurts him," the child persisted. "Even if he doesn't deserve to be forgiven. She says not forgiving someone is like not pulling a thorn out of your foot just because you weren't the one that put it there.

It was obvious that their sorrows were conjoined.

It was then that the Boy went through his darkest hell of all: the long ache of his body, acute as it was, was yet forgotten or disposed of in some way, for he was filled with a disembodied pain, an illness so penetrating, so horrible, that had he been given the opportunity to die he would have taken it. No normal sensation could find a way through this overpowering nausea of the soul that filled him.

His habitual melancholy was changing day by day into something more sinister. There were moments when he would desecrate the crumbling and mournful mask of his face with a smile more horrible than the darkest lineaments of pain. Across the stoniness of his eyes a strange light would pass for a moment, as though the moon were flaring on the gristle, and his lips would open and the gash of his mouth would widen in a dead, climbing curve

Ici la boue est faite de nos pleurs !

Any blisters on your shoulder blades would weep painfully, as the weight of the pack went back on. Then somehow your mind would shut out the pain, for a while. Until, by the end of the march, your shoulders would start to wilt and cramp up as if they were on fire.

Once you commit to your goal, don't get swayed by the temporary lure of creature comforts and easy feelings - instead, keep focused, and remember the pain never lasts for ever, but the pride in having followed your calling will.

The other final memory, from growing up on the island, is of going on a monster run one day, and getting very bad groin rub on the last mile towards home. I had endured the rubbing for the previous eight miles, but it was now becoming agony. No one was around, the village was deserted, it was a warm summer's evening, so I took my shorts off and continued the final leg of the run naked. No

Rozhlížel se kolem po nÄ›jakém kameni, kterým by se zabil. Žádný vÅ¡ak nenaÅ¡el. Musel to utrpení vydržet.

So much of my identity was in the physical. Now I just felt exposed and vulnerable. Not being able to bend down to tie your shoelaces or twist to clean your backside without acute and severe pain leaves you feeling hopeless.

In fact, if anything, my back felt worse. I couldn't move and was getting angrier and angrier inside. Angry at myself; angry at everything.