Quotes About Pain

You nights of anguish. Why didn't I kneel more deeply to accept you, Inconsolable sisters, and, surrendering, lose myself in your loosened hair. How we squander our hours of pain. How we gaze beyond them into the bitter duration To see if they have an end. Though they are really Seasons of us, our winter …

Whether we feel pleasure or pain, the wings of acceptance allow us to honor and cherish this ever-changing life, as it is.

We have to face the pain we have been running from. In fact, we need to learn to rest in it and let its searing power transform us. Charlotte Joko Beck

Offering companionship in pain acknowledges that suffering is living through all of us, and in our togetherness we enlarge the heartspace that can hold it with compassion.

Fear is the anticipation of future pain. The

Remembered pain tightened his mouth into a grim line. The weeks he'd spent looking for her had left permanent scars on his heart.

The distance between your knowledge of truth and your obedience is called lack of integrity. And the amount of negative behavior--or lack of integrity--a person exhibits is directly proportional to their amount of pain." - Tara Leigh's therapist (p.118)

We sit like that until the sun bleeds into the night sky and the cracks in the wooden shed door glow pink. When this happens I know we've made it through the worst of it. Pain is like sadness; both are easier to bear in daylight.

sometimes few thoughts gives pain but that doesnt mean it is a curse

Hjarta mitt? Det er mørkt og stygt i hjarta mitt. Ikkje nemn det.

As long as there is consciousness, these two potentials exist—the potential to become enlightened and the potential to suffer.

we are borne along by these four different kinds of sufferings: birth, aging, sickness, and death. Our life starts with birth, which is full of pain and suffering, and ends with death, which is also suffering. Between these two, whether our life is short or long, sickness and aging keep punishing us. We are drowning in the currents of these four rivers, tossed around by strong waves.

Are we not forever shaped by our childhood, its scars, its secrets, its hidden pain?

There weren't any villains though. The world was just complicated in various ways, and there weren't any obvious villains to be found. It was excruciating.

Because of our broken instincts we are in pain. We continue in pain because our instincts have been twisted by reason. So, what are we supposed to do? Should we abandon knowledge? Throw away reason? In any event, that wouldn't be possible. For better or worse, we ate the fruit of knowledge long, long ago.

To a hikikomori, winter is painful because everything feels cold, frozen over, and lonely. To a hikikomori, spring is also painful because everyone is in a good mood and therefore enviable. Summer, of course, is especially painful...

Maybe that's what innocence is, having no way to predict the pain of the future.

Every one of us has lain down for a reason that was not love.

Dwelling on pain, spending too much time immersed in it, tasting its flavors, fingering its textures--this makes it only more potent.

Up until now, I thought I knew what was and wasn't possible. Maybe that's what innocence is, having no way to predict the pain of the future. When something happens that eclipses the imaginable, it changes a person. It's like the difference between a raw egg and a scrambled egg. It's the same thing, but it's not the same at all. That's the best way I can put it. I look in the mirror and I know it's me, but I can't quite recognize myself.

However much it hurts you, remember that I am the one it happened to. I am the one who was pregnant. I'm the one who isn't pregnant anymore. Whatever you feel, think about what I must feel. Just like you can say I don't know what it is like to be in prison, you don't know what it's like to go to a clinic and sign your name in a book.

Maybe that's what innocence is, having no way to predict the pain of the future. When something happens that eclipses the imaginable, it changes a person.

FOR NORMAL PEOPLE, TALKING ABOUT THE LOST WOULD PUT OUT THE FIRE, BUT FOR ME IT WAS LIKE KEROSENE, GASOLINE AND A BLAST OF PURE OXYGEN

When you have seen your mother shattered, there's no putting her back together. There will always be seams, chipped edges, and clumps of dried glue. Even if you could get her to where she looks the same, she will never be stronger than a cracked plate.