Quotes About Pain

Across from me, Taylor was openly crying now. Her sobs were muffled by the silver gag but I could see the scarlet tears running down her cheeks. Her eyes were fixed on the fresh burn on my cheek and I knew she shared my pain. A fresh surge of love and protectiveness washed over me.

The obvious pain in her eyes moved him. For a moment he wanted to gather her into his arms and soothe her but he was sure she wouldn't welcome such a gesture.

Abuse isn't just physical or…or sexual, you know." I felt my throat getting tight but I refused to let my pain show on my face. "There is such a thing as mental and emotional abuse too.

Most addicts kill themselves by just trying to get some sleep.

It's horrible when someone dumps you, especially when he's not your type.

Women are prepared to suffer for love; it's written into their birth certificates.

But then, as I read somewhere recently, narcissists always hurt the one they love the most.

Non c'è dolore inflitto coscientemente a qualcuno che non ci torni indietro decuplicato

If you don't know about pain and trouble, you're in sad shape. They make you appreciate life.

Feeling and talking through the pain--the humiliation of being an unloved child, the anger toward the cold mother, the anxiety of turning into her, the fear of maternal retribution for hating her--became the healing salve. Where therapy was successful, these women came to understand that their mothers, who were unfortunate, inadequate, insecure people, did not have the power to hurt them anymore. If their mothers continued to act destructively, they could walk away from them.

Using food to cope with emotions comes in degrees of intensity. For some, food is simply a means of distraction from boring activities or a filler for empty times. For others, it can be the only comfort they have to get through a painful life.

instead of those broad blind alleys which philosophy showed us, a certain type of mind has always discerned three strait and narrow ways going out towards the Absolute. In religion, in pain, and in beauty-

More complete in their grasp of experience than the votaries of intellect or of sense, they accept as central for life those spiritual messages which are mediated by religion, by beauty, and by pain.

No one is ever holy without suffering.

I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that this is a common experience.

Attachment is always a barrier to real appreciation and happiness, because it's based on the illusion that some external element can make our core pain go away. But when we're willing to expose ourselves to the pain we've been avoiding, the power of attachment fades and the path to a genuine life becomes more accessible.

We must first understand that both our pain and our suffering are truly our path, our teacher. While this understanding doesn't necessarily entail liking our pain or our suffering, it does liberate us from regarding them as enemies we have to conquer. Once we have this understanding, which is a fundamental change in how we relate to life, we can begin to deal with the layers of pain and suffering that make up so much of our existence.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.

Never, never hide your pain, scream as if you are dying so you will not be harmed more. Never, never hide your poverty, too. The worst enemies of the poor are the poor themselves. And never, never appear that you are virtuous and without sin. It it is the virtuous who have many enemies because for they shame the many without virtue.

The old white man didn't look into your eyes, he looked clear through your eyes, and straight to the inside of the back of your head. 'Instead of runnin from pain, which is the natural thing in life, in boxing you step to it, get me?

A menudo doy el ejemplo de un niño enfermo, con fiebre, con dolor. Gime, su madre acude a su lado y le coge la mano. Lo ama. El sufrimiento del niño no desaparece, pero se transforma; le duele, pero se siente amado, apoyado. Su espacio se abre a algo que no es la enfermedad, sino algo más fuerte que esa enfermedad. La enfermedad naturalmente persiste, pero al mismo tiempo es otra. Ahora se siente seguro.

After a time, old pain became like a living being, with breath and self-determination.

Soul rotted before my eyes.

But the old are more resilient than you think. They get used to bad indigestion, putting up with arthritis, gout, gammy legs, bad backs, you name it. They almost expect to hurt.