Quotes About Pain

Life is short and filled with pain, and just when you start to finally get the hang of it, you drop dead.

Do you want our spirits to hobble out of their graves Enduring twinges of hopeless human affection As long as death shall last? Still to suffer Pain in the amputated limb! To feel Passion in vacuo! That is the sort of thing That causes sun-spots, and the lord knows what Infirmities in the firmament.

He picked on his rags and his bones as love Picks upon hearts, he with an eye to profit And love with an eye to pain.

As it is, the town is hell's delight.

If only inflicted pain could be as contagious As a plague, you might use it more sparingly.

I defend myself against pain and death by pain And death,

I've heard that you're in the pain business. I don't like doing work for that kind of man," said Vincent Calvino. Casey rolled his neck and a small cracking noise echoed from the bones inside. "If you worked only for people you liked, you wouldn't cover your rent.

He was dying all his life.

We planned this beautiful, totally natural, unmedicated delivery. What kind of stupid-ass idea is that? Next time I want the epidural at the moment of conception. Numb for nine months.

Y Lif era lo suficientemente razonable como para reconocer que las batallas y las acciones heroicas de las que hablaban las leyendas estaban compuestas de sangre y dolor y sufrimiento verdaderos, y solo resultaban fascinantes mientras no tuviera que experimentarlas en la vida real.

Das Lieben. Das Lieben is schoen. Schoener als das Singen. Das Lieben hat zwei Personen. Das ist beim Lieben der Kummer.

Wie ein Buckel schlepp' ich mein schweres Gehirn.

God is with those who are unhappy. Unhappiness is life, pain is life.

The ones you love are the ones you're bound to hurt the most, that's the law of love.

His pain is too great for tears. Some pain is so great that tears are powerless.

Es ist doch merkwürdig, daß ich ihr nicht böse sein kann. Ich bin vor Schmerz fast tot, todkrank, und sie tanzt, obwohl sie teilgenommen hat an meinem Schmerz, und ich kann nicht böse sein, nein....

Crees que me sentó bien cuando Leo me dijo que se hacía católico? Fue tan doloroso para mí como la muerte de Henriette; no me habría dolido tanto si me hubiese dicho que se hacía comunista. Eso puedo concebirlo, que un joven albergue un falso sueño de justicia social y todo eso. Pero aquello.»

Ich weine, wissend, daß Tränen eines Säufers nicht zählen, kein Gewicht haben- und ich spüre etwas, das ich nicht Gewissensbisse, sondern einfach Schmerz nennen möchte.

They wanted spring, of course they wanted it, more than anything. They longed for sun with every pore of their skin. But spring hurts. If spring can come, if things can be different, how can you bear what your existence has been?

where you swallowed a terrible silence.

The history of women has been the history of a destructive kind of suffering, and I do not suggest moving further into that experience. My point is that walking away from pain altogether is equally as destructive. The debilitating suffering come when we do not allow ourselves to feel and work through our pain. Facing pain honestly and surviving gives us strength.

Voice is an important aspect of wholeness. Feeling our pain moves us into shadow, where we reclaim denied parts of our selves. This leads to developing a voice that grows increasingly more authentic and full-throated with each newly claimed aspect of our identity. We are no longer speaking from a foundation of self that is riddled with fault lines. The more unified we are, the more authority our voice contains. We voice ourself into being.

Pain shapes us, breaking us open so that we can reconfigure ourselves in a way that more deeply mirrors our authentic self.

Here's a word. Bereavement. Or, Bereaved. Bereft. It's from the Old English bereafian, meaning 'to deprive of, take away, seize, rob'. Robbed. Seized. It happens to everyone. But you feel it alone. Shocking loss isn't to be shared, no matter how hard you try.