Quotes About Pain

Ac?, hassasiyetini kabukla?t?r?yor insan?n. Ölmek galiba bu. Ayr?l??a al??m?? gibiyim. Tevekkül, teslimiyet. Ve heyecanlar?n gün geçtikçe kararan p?r?lt?s?. Al??kanl?klar?n insan? pestile çeviren çark?. Art?k yanarak de?il tüterek ya??yorum. Nemli bir tomar gibi. Kanatlar?m her gün bir parça daha a??rla??yor. Galiba ihtiyarl?yorum.

Ac? haf?zay? çatlat?yor. Ve buharla??yor hat?ralar.

There is no remembrance which time doth not obliterate, nor pain which death doth not put an end to.

Why does a man who is truly in love insist that this relationship must continue and be "lifelong"? Because life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic. Who would want to wake up halfway through an operation?

Ma la grande, la tremenda verità è questa: soffrire non serve a niente.

The thing most feared in secret always happens… All it needs is a little courage. The more the pain grows clear and definite, the more the instinct for life asserts itself and the thought of suicide recedes. It seemed easy when I thought of it. Weak women have done it. It needs humility not pride. I am sickened by all this. Not words. Action. I shall write no more.

No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

Gerçek ac? çeÅŸitli düÅŸüncelerden meydana gelir. Ä°nsan ayn? anda ancak bir ÅŸey düÅŸünebileceÄŸine göre, bir düÅŸünceden öbürüne geçmeyi, böylece s?rayla her s?zlayan yerin ac?s?n? dindirmeyi öÄŸren.

Ald?rma,hepsi ayn? kap?ya ç?kar. Aram?zdaki aÅŸk hikayesi çarp?ç? olaylardan deÄŸil, en ince sezgilerle dolu iç yaÅŸant?lardan oluÅŸuyor. Åžiir de öyle olmal?. Ama dayan?lmaz bir ac? bu.

Ne zaman bir güçlükle ya da ac?yla kar??laÅŸsam, hep intihar? düÅŸünmeye yarg?l? olduÄŸumu biliyorum. Beni korkutan da bu: temel ilkem intihar, gerçekleÅŸtiremediÄŸim, hiçbir zaman gerçekleÅŸtiremeyeceÄŸim, ama düÅŸüncesi duyarl?l???m? okÅŸayan intihar.

The recompense for having suffered so is that then one dies like a dog.

The cadence of suffering has begun

There are odd things in life, and one of them is pain. The odd thing about pain is this: you can't avoid it. You just can't. Maybe if you lived in a sealed room your whole life you could, but that would be lonely and cause you emotional pain, and it might mean you've been kidnapped, so...just don't live sealed rooms. Also...you can't avoid pain.

How will I teach this mind what it is to have a soul? How will I teach this mind to understand pain? How will I teach it to want to take on another person's suffering?

I looked at my right hand, the hand with which I painted. There was power in that hand. Power to create and destroy. Power to bring pleasure and pain. Power to amuse and horrify. There was in that hand the demonic and the divine at one and the same time. The demonic and the divine were two aspects of the same force. Creation was demonic and divine. Creativity was demonic and divine. I was demonic and divine.

kami coba simpan nestapa... kami coba kuburkan duka lara... tapi perih, tak bisa sembunyi. Ia menyebar kemana-mana...

In the mornings I awoke with salty crust of tears around my eyes--my grief struggling to surface when I was in my weakest, lost in sleep. But by day I would not allow myself to feel. My misery was muted; it had to be. If I faced it in earnest, I would truly drown.

Perhaps she is right, that there is no reason to suffering, no fair dealing when it comes to meting out bliss and pain. There are just choices, and the echoes of those choices.

I am the wound and the knife! I am the slap and the cheek! I am the limbs and the rack, And the victim and the executioner! I am the vampire of my own heart.

The act of love strongly resembles torture or surgery.

I am the wound and the knife!I am the blow and the cheek!I am the limbs and the wheel—The victim and the executioner!

Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

Al llevarme a casa, Harry me dijo —¿cómo podía no saberlo?—que Jackson Pollock se había rebanado la punta de su dedo meñique a los siete años. ¡Siete! Jesucristo. Ni siquiera mi dolor era original