Quotes About Pain

Binecuvantati cei ce sunt binecuvantati numai de boli de boli clasificabile. Binecuvantati saracii, bolnavii, cei tradati in iubire, caci cei din jur stiu macar ce-i cu ei si le vor asculta cu simpatie vaicarelilor. Dar intelege oare suferinta exilului cel ce nu a indurat-o?

The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one's heart—hearts are made to be broken—but that it turns one's heart to stone.

Hearts Live By Being Wounded

How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?

You told me you had destroyed it. I was wrong. It has destroyed me.

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain.

Now and then, however, he is horribly thoughtless, and seems to take a real delight in giving me pain. Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day.

sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it

He covered page after page with wild words of sorrow and wilder words of pain. There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

There is no Mystery so great as Misery.

We are running from our pain to our pain.

The rim of a tightening lung.

It bothered him to think that the listeners might look at him as a broken down reel, trapped by sameness of his grief. Afterwards he would realize he had left out whole chunks of what he truly wanted to say.

one of the principal qualities of pain is that it demands to be defeated first, then understood.

Man who get kicked in testicles left holding bag

Pain is the only reward for clinging to impossible dreams. (Harry Braxton)

I didn't want to be all she had. I didn't even want to be her daughter. My blood, poisoned with our family sins, turned hot, scorched my veins. Breathing was getting difficult.

No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.

He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.

All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.

All the time you spend tryin to get back what's been took from you there's more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.

Creative work is often driven by pain. It may be that if you don't have something in the back of your head driving you nuts, you may not do anything. It's not a good arrangement. If I were God, I wouldn't have done it that way. [Interview, The Wall Street Journal , Nov. 20, 2009]

Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.

All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. So, he whispered to the sleeping boy. I have you.