Quotes About Pain

We are all made of broken glass. The school grinds along on grief and anger.

Love is a funny thing, isn't it? It likes to f*** with you by making you fall in love with the wrong person."- Master Rex from my upcoming book "Whispers of Change

Ardeat ipsa licet, tormentia gaudet amantis. (Though she may herself burn, she delights in her lover's torment.)

Death is to be feared because of the pain and loss it inflicts through love, and for no other reason.

To try and rationalise all this in terms of right, wrong, good, evil, is just naive; the very worst things we do, after all, we do for love, and the very worst pain we feel comes from love. She was right about that. In my opinion, love is the greatest and most enduring enemy, because love gives rise to the memories that kill us, slowly, every day. I think a man who never encounters love might quite possibly live forever. He'd have to, because if he died, who the hell would ever remember him?

it's not the despair that destroys you, it's the hope.

A sore pain troubles me day and night, and I cannot sleep; I long for the meeting with my Beloved, and my father's house gives me pleasure no more. The gates of the sky are opened, the temple is revealed: I meet my husband, and leave at His feet the offering of my body and my mind.

One danger is that the person will strive very hard in spiritual disciplines as a way of avoiding or burying deep pain. Eventually, however, he or she will realize that the spiritual path must bring everything to light.

Pain and foolishness lead to great bliss and complete knowledge, for Eternal Wisdom created nothing under the sun in vain.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy

Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Love is know the pain of too much tenderness.

The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

permanent form of cruelty.

If we were scars, our memories would be the stitches holding us together. You couldn't cut them apart, and if you did, it would tear you in two." "But my memories hurt," she said. "I want to forget. There's so much I just want to forget." "How are you going to do that ? Everything that's happened to you is still happening today. Once something has begun, it doesn't end. There, in your head, it never ends.

i have sung for you, he said, his voice cracking with pain. but who will sing for me? the woman i love... she is where you are now. If you meet her on the road to heaven, tell her that i love her. tell her that i'm waiting for her, and that i want nothing more than to cross that gorge scross which i have sent you , and to see her shade for myself! if she will forgive me for having failed her- having failed out peave!

all my love, my pain, my passion were to be sacrificed for something greater, and yet i could not convince myself that i had mad the right choice.

even the slow, soft telepathic connection between us- the sense of connectedness that linked us even when we were in the same room- the sense that we were not two people but rather one ecstatic and indivisible whole, had vanished. i couldnt even feel his pain. but i could feel mine. i felt as if a part of myself had been cut off, as if there was within my soul a hole so gaping and empty that the whole world could pass through it and still i would not feel a thing.

I did not see sin", says Julian of Norwich in her Revelations, "for I believe that it has no kind of substance, no share in being; nor can it be recognized except by the pain caused by it.

Everything else you can live around, but not death. Death you have to live through.

Grief never leaves, It merely sinks into you.