Quotes About Pain

A child screams with joy and a child screams with pain, and the difference is in the timbre of that scream. Decibels of joy strike the inner ear differently from those of pain.

Viewed from a wholly logical point of view the bearing and rearing of children is a thoroughly unattractive proposition. To a woman it means pain and endless worry. To a man it means extra work extending over many years to support his family. So, if we were wholly logical about sex, we should probably not bother to reproduce at all. Nature takes care of this by making us utterly and wholly irrational.

Fame is a four letter word and like tape, or zoom, or face, or pain, or life, or love, what ultimately matters is what we do with it.

There is no normal life that is free of pain. It's the very wrestling with our problems that can be the impetus for our growth.

No, la vera bellezza ha bisogno di silenzio. Una sola parola può distruggerla. La bellezza, la grande bellezza, può essere dolorosa: ci sono momenti in cui si vuole solo piangere, e il rumore di una voce umana, di una macchina, di una radio, perfino il gracchiare di un corvo possono essere tanto distruttivi quanto un sasso scagliato in uno stagno pieno di ninfee rosse e bianche.

Easter tells us of something children can't understand, because it addresses things they don't yet have to know: the weariness of life, the pain, the profound loneliness and hovering fear of meaninglessness.

What to know about pain is how little we deserve it, how simple it is to give, how hard to lose.

I certainly didn't want to fight with him. I did, however, want to shout, "Listen, you son of a bitch, life isn't all a goddam football game! You won't always get the girl! Life is rejection and pain and loss" -- all those things I so cherishly cuddled in my slef-pitying bosom. I didn't, of course, say any such thing

Listening now, it occured to me that I hadn't come very far over the yars -- no farther really than from one "gang bang" to another, save that I had learned, as B. had yet to learn, that tomorrow the pain would be even greater.

Yes, hell exists. It is not a fairy tale. One indeed burns there. This hell is not at the end of life. It is here. At the beginning. Hell is what the infant must experience before he gets to us.

It is only by the sharp thorn of his [Christ's] suffering that the poisonous thorn of our sin is drawn.

She's thinking I betrayed her, and she's thinking it now! I can't live with that.

Life is an onion and one cries while peeling it.

Honey is sweet but bees sting.

There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst.

Que todo termina en un instante Planatera doloroso

My paintings are well-painted, not nimbly but patiently. My painting contains in it the message of pain. I think that at least a few people are interested in it. It's not revolutionary. Why keep wishing for it to be belligerent? I can't. Painting completed my life. I lost three children and a series of other things that would have fulfilled my horrible life. My painting took the place of all of this. I think work is the best.

My paintings are well-painted, not nimbly but patiently. My painting contains in it the message of pain. I think that at least a few people are interested in it. It's not revolutionary. Why keep wishing for it to be belligerent? I can't. Painting completed my life. I lost three children and a series of other things that would have fulfilled my horrible life. My painting took the place of all this. I think work is the best.

Yo sufrí dos accidentes graves en mi vida: uno es del tranvía, el otro es Diego. Diego fue el peor de todos

El arte más poderoso de la vida, es hacer del dolor un talismán que cura, una mariposa renace florecida en fiesta de colores.

también me mentía a mi misma, al decir que mi rechazo eran miedo a volver a sentir eso por alguien más; eran las tontas esperanzas de verte volver, tu que siempre tuviste las palabras para sanarme o romperme...

World history is tragic.

I am mortal, born to love and to suffer.

There are few pains so grievous as to have seen, divined, or experienced how an exceptional man has missed his way and deteriorated