Quotes About Pain

I find that when the pain gets bad enough there are only three things to do — get drunk, kill yourself or laugh. I usually get drunk and laugh.

my garden in the sun and in the rain and in the day and in the night pain is a flower pain is flowers blooming all the time.

I suppose there's always something out there that we want to torture ourselves with.

Learn that there will be hours, days and months ahead of feeling absolutely terrible and nothing can change that; neither new girlfriends, health professionals, changes of diet, dope, humility, or God.

this will never leave me: that I had love and love died; a photo and a piece of tape is not much, I have learned late, but give me 14 days or 14 years, I will kill any man who would touch or take whatever's left.

I walked about naked and barefoot stepping onto shards of glass sometimes feeling it sometimes not.

You can feel your life being pounded to a pulp by the useless waste of time.

have to be on the cross and bleeding in order to have soul. They want you half mad, dribbling down your shirt front. I've had enough of the cross, my tank is full of that. If I can stay off the cross, I still have plenty to run on. Too much. Let them get on the cross, I'll congratulate them. But pain doesn't create writing, a writer does.

That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta.

I know it's impossible to explain this to you. I carry this terrible aching hell in my heart.

Something else is hurting you. That's why you need pot or whiskey, or whips or rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think.

But trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.

There was so much sadness in everything, even when things worked. Then

There is always one woman to save you from another And as that woman saves you she makes ready to destroy.

love means eventual pain victory means eventual defeat

Jim, did your father really blow his brains out because of your mother? Yeah.He was on the telephone.He told her he had a gun.He said, If you don't come back to me I'm going to kill myself. Will you come back to me?´ And my mother said, No. There was a shot and that was that. What did your mother do? She hung up. All right, I'll see you tonight buddy.

The good parts of our relationship felt like a rat walking around and gnawing at the inside of my stomach.

My father was a great literary teacher. He taught me the meaning of pain. Pain without reason.

am not a complete person—I'm a stunted city person. I am more or less a failed drizzling shit with absolutely nothing to offer." "Christ," she said, "don't you think I know that?" She

and I said, I was beaten down long ago in some alley in another world.

Still afraid of pain behind my four-day beard.

people so tired mutilated either by love or no love.

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Something else is hurting you – that's why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think.