Quotes About Pain

A dentist gets to the root of the problem.

When loneliness is a constant state of being, it harkens back to a childhood wherein neglect and abandonment were the landscape of life.

Being abandoned or give up is the most devastating emotion we can cause in another human being.

Being abandoned doesn't make for little angels.

Might we… be doing something with our brains that cannot be described in computational terms at all? How do our feelings of conscious awareness – of happiness, pain, love, aesthetic sensibility, will, understanding, etc. – fit into such a computational picture?

if he cares, he will flay; if he loves, he will slay you

The more we care, the greater the pain, and the greater the need for understanding

The ritual works. The forms overcome doubts. We have learned over the centuries to weave meaning around emptiness and pain. A meaning and a pattern. We have been practising that for a very long time.

Beside the streamlet seated, mark how life glides on: That sign, how swift each moment goes, to me?s enough. Behold this world?s delights, and view its various pains: If not to you, the joy it shows to me?s enough.

i am awake only in what i love & desire to the point of terror -- everything else is just shrouded furniture, quotidian anaesthesia, shit-for-brains, sub-reptilian ennui of totalitarian regimes, banal censorship & useless pain ...

They cry, "But I WANT to be a writer!" And my head hangs. You are asking to be shot square in the head. You know not what you seek. You ask for bleeding brains and carnage that stains your pillowcase. You ask for jelly in the place of the cartilage in your spine. You ask for kindness that is never returned. You wish to burn alive in the flame of a love unrequited. It's simple. Write.

I saw you yesterday and felt a funeral inside. Like someone I love died, and they asked if I wanted to see the body.

The privilege isn't given to everyone.… You must have suffered first, have suffered greatly, have gained some miserable knowledge. In that way your eyes are opened to it. —Henry James, 1881

Truth, like surgery, may hurt, but it cures.

Secrets are my currency: I deal in them for a living. The secrets of desire, of what people really want, and of what they fear the most. The secrets of why love is difficult, sex complicated, living painful and death so close and yet placed far away. Why are pleasure and punishment closely related? How do our bodies speak? Why do we make ourselves ill? Why do you want to fail? Why is pleasure hard to bear?

The only thing I can say is that I had a rough time with it. I don't talk about it much. It still hurts a little bit inside, because I think it has chipped away at a part of my life that I will never have again. I didn't enjoy myself. It was hard for me to enjoy something that I think I worked very hard for. God had given me the ability to play baseball, and people in this country kind of chipped away at me. So, it was tough. And all of those things happened simply because I was a black person.

He took his pain and turned it into something beautiful. Into something that people connect to. And that's what good music does. It speaks to you. It changes you.

Love and Pain go together, for a time at least. If you would know Love, you must know pain too.

Mermaids have no tears, and so they suffer all the more.

But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.

Never had she danced so beautifully; the sharp knives cut her feet, but she did not feel it, for the pain in her heart was far greater.

And then she cries some more, and finally she finds sleep, as one always eventually finds sleep, after toothache and after childbirth, after a fight and after a rare joy.

this speciously deep thought was to haunt Christian metaphysics: that love without pain and guilt remains simply a joke, a game.

Happy You know my girlfriend is dead. She fell off a cliff and died on impact.