Quotes About Pain

I think it's very painful, and that it's better not to have any doubts. I envy those who don't have any; I envy them a lot. They are happy people.

He read it for the same reason an animal tears at a wounded foot: to hurt the pain.

Fear and pain should be treated as signals not to close our eyes but to open them wider.

It is not only negative feelings that become blocked. The repression extends to more and more of his emotional capacity.When one is given an anesthetic in preparation for surgery, it is not merely the capacity to experience pain that is suspended; the capacity to experience pleasure goes also - because what is blocked is the capacity to experience *feeling*. The same principle applies to the repression of emotions. Chapter 1: Discovering the Unknown Self, pg. 9, Bantam Edition, 1984

When self-esteem is low, we are often manipulated by fear . . . We live more to avoid pain than to experience joy.

No solo hay que estar dispuesto a soportar el dolor y el sufrimiento sino que tambièn hay que asumir la soledad, la cruda realidad de que la niña pequeña que una vez fue, no tuvo -y no tendrà jamàs- los padres que necesitaba y hubiera deseado.

Fear and pain should be treated as signals not to close our eyes but to open them wider, not to look away but to look more attentively.

Unhealing pain from the past, because of the sense of debilitation it often provokes and the defenses people typically set against it, represents yet another barrier in the quest for stronger self-esteem.

Self-destruction is an act best performed in the dark.

In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.

In cases of distasteful occupation, the second day is generally worse than the first; we return to the rack with all the soreness of the preceding torture in our limbs.

But what shall we say, when an individual discovers a revelation addressed to himself alone, on the same vast sheet of record. In such a case, it could only be the symptom of a highly disordered mental state, when a man, rendered morbidly self-contemplative by long, intense, and secret pain, had extended his egotism over the whole expanse of nature, until the firmament itself should appear no more than a fitting page for his soul's history and fate.

But this very burden it was, that gave him sympathies so intimate with the sinful brotherhood of mankind; so that his heart vibrated in unison with theirs, and received their pain into itself, and sent its own throb of pain through a thousand other hearts, in gushes of sad, persuasive eloquence. Oftenest persuasive, but sometimes terrible! The people knew not the power that

She perchance underwent an agony from every footstep of those that thronged to see her, as if her heart had been flung into the street for them all to spurn and trample upon.

Let her cover the mark as she will, the pang of it will be always in her heart.

In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pain that rankles after it.

that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.

It now writhed in convulsions of pain, and was a forcible type, in its little frame, of the moral agony which Hester Prynne had borne throughout the day.

It depresses me to look at old frescos, responded the Count; it is a pain, yet not enough of a pain to answer as a penance.

O, espíritu débil, egoísta, indigno, que aún podía soñar con una unión y felicidad terrenales depués de haber agraviado con tan amargas e injustas palabras el profundo amor que por él sentía Beatrice.

Ella debía pasar dolorosamente, con su corazón destrozado, a través de las fronteras del tiempo; debía lavar sus heridas en alguna fuene del Paraíso, y olvidar su pena en la luz de la inmortalidad; ¡y allí estaría a salvo!

I have wrenched and torn an idea out of my miserable brain, or rather, the fragment of an idea, like a tooth ill-drawn and leaving the roots to torture me.

Give me a rose, that I may press its thorns, and prove myself awake by the sharp touch of pain!

The pain of being treated like a mere object. And a sense that this pain would turn into pleasure.