Quotes About Pain

Neurosis is the natural by-product of pain avoidance.

R]eal liberation comes not from glossing over or repressing painful states of feeling, but only from experiencing them to the full.… By accepting the darkness, the patient has not, to be sure, changed it into light, but she has kindled a light that illuminates the darkness within. By day no light is needed, and if you don't know it is night you won't light one, nor will any light be lit for you unless you have suffered the horror of darkness.

But if those sensual pleasures fail the person who desires and wishes for them, he will suffer, pierced by the arrow of pain.

It is our own repressed desires that stick like arrows in our flesh.

For the next few minutes, time stood still and Cassie was transported into a real-life version of hell. Even as she watched it, she knew she'd never be able to scrub the images from her mind for the rest of her life. She had to remind herself to breathe.

But a man didn't use a word like that except to demean. And he no doubt meant what he said. It hurt.

Joe instantly lost hearing in his right ear, and it was replaced by a dull roar.

God. Her husband was in love with another woman. This man she'd thought was her partner, her lover, her friend was really a stranger. For months he'd been lying, sneaking around behind her back…

turning in my guts like a torsion.

a weeping, unhealable wound

Because it is on the anvil of pain that the gods forge heroes.

Forgiveness has nothing to do with absolving a criminal of his crime. It has everything to do with relieving oneself of the burden of being a victim--letting go of the pain and transforming oneself from victim to survivor.

God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world

Everyone has secret. Like the oyster with its grain of sand, we bury it deep within, coating it with opalescent layers, as if that could heal our mortal wound. Some of us devote our entire lives to keeping our secret hidden, safe from those who might pry it from us, hoarding it like the pearl, only to discover that it escapes us when we least expect it. revealed by a flash of fear in our eyes when caught unawares, by a sudden pain, a rage or hatred, or an all-consuming shame.

De vez em quando eu vou ficar esperando você numa tarde cinzenta de inverno, bem no meio duma praça, então os meus braços não vão ser suficientes para abraçar você e a minha voz vai querer dizer tanta, mas tanta coisa que eu vou ficar calada um tempo enorme. só olhando você, sem dizer nada só olhando e pensando: "meu Deus, mas como você me dói de vez em quando…

A dor é a única emoção que não usa máscara.

E se o telefone tocar diga que eu morri, que estou mortinho da silva, estirado no chão da sala com o coração na mão. Diga que retirei meu coração com a mão – ele estava doendo demais.

Já reparaste como o mundo parece feito de pontas e arestas? Já chamei tua atenção para a escassez de contornos mansos nas coisas? Tudo é duro e fere.

Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make…' " Mike

Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make…'

You will never know the exquisite pain of the guy who goes home alone. Cause without the bitter, baby, the sweet ain't as sweet.

How much easier my life would be if I did not love you! I thought. How much less painful, but how much plainer. How much less color there would be in the world.

My power casts down your power, if only for a moment. Your pain replaces mine.

The wound I had seen in my stepmother's eyes.