Quotes About Pain

The truth is you can be or­phaned again and again and again. The truth is you will be. And the se­cret is, this will hurt less and less each time un­til you can't feel a thing.

Kill your­self or don't kill your­self, but stop tor­tur­ing me. I'm try­ing to move on with my life.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness.

You just don't know what I've been through this past year.

What you don't learn in art theory is how too big a compliment can hurt more than a slap to the face.

I suppose it's a comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse damage to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.

Suffering is key to inspiration.

All these mystics, throughout history, all over the world, they all found their way to enlightenment by physical suffering.

E cumplit de greu s? uiÅ£i de durere, dar e ÅŸi mai greu s?-Å£i aminteÅŸti momentele minunate. Fericirea nu las? cicatrici. Nu înv???m mai nimic din perioadele de tihn?.

And maybe men say they're glad not to give birth, all the pain and blood, but really that's just so much sour grapes. For sure, men can't do anything near as incredible. Upper body strength, abstract thought, phalluses—any advantages men appear to have are pretty token. You can't even hammer a nail with a phallus.

In the big factory of perfecting human souls, the Earth was a kind of tumbler. The same as the kind people use to polish rocks. All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. All of us, we're meant to be worn smooth by conflict and pain of every kind. To be polished. There was nothing bad about this. This wasn't suffering, it was erosion.It was just another, a basic, an important step in the refining process.

This isn't such a beau­ti­ful world that he has to stay in it and suf­fer. This isn't much of a world at all.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness.

The damaged love the damaged.

I suppose it's a comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse damage to yourself then the world will ever dare inflict.

A headache, I get the kind of headache God would smote you with in the Old Testament.

Ä°nsan sevdiklerini öldürür diye bir söz vard?r ya; asl?nda bak?n insan? öldüren de hep sevdiÄŸidir.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

So why do you want to die so bad?

Because we love our pain. We love our drama. But we will never, ever admit that.

Maybe self-destruction is the answer.

Consider that the earth is a processing plant, a factory. Picture a tumbler used to polish rocks: a rolling drum filled with water and sand. Consider that your soul is dropped in as an ugly rock, some raw mineral or natural resource, crude oil, mineral ore. And all conflict and pain is the abrasive that rubs us, polishes our soul, refines us, teaches and finishes us over lifetime after lifetime.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

Even after you're dead it hurts just as bad when your heart swells up, stretched bigger and bigger like an aneurysm of tears getting ready to boom.