Quotes About Pain

Know that it is hard for the people to trust outside their own family. Even harder when they are sick. They have pain. They are out of harmony. They see no beauty anywhere. All their connections are broken. That is who you are talking to. You tell them the Power that made us made all this above us and around us and we are part of the Power and if we do as we are taught we can bring ourselves back into hozho. Back into harmony. Then they will again know beauty all around them.

We look almost happy out in the sun, while we bleed to death from wounds we know nothing about.

The secret of success is learning how to use pain and pleasure instead of having pain and pleasure use you. If you do that, you're in control of your life.

I find writing very difficult. It's hard and it hurts sometimes, and it's scary because of the fear of failure and the very unpleasant feeling that you may have reached the limit of your abilities.

You're a battered heart, bleeding life in the universe of wounds.

When your heart breaks, you should die. But there's still the rest of you. There's your breasts, and your genitals, and they're amazingly stupid, like babies or faithful dogs, they don't get it, they just want him. Want him.

I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.

And if he had returned mutilated, ugly, full of infection and horror, she would still have loved him; fed by pity, by a sharing of pain, she would love him even more, and even more, and she would never, never have prayed to God, please let him die if he can't return to me whole and healthy and able to live a normal life . . . If he had died, she would have buried her heart with him.      So what the fuck is the matter with me?

HARPER: I don't understand why I'm not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die. But there's still the rest of you.

ROY (Fierce): I hurt. BELIZE: I'll get you a painkiller. ROY: Will it knock me out? BELIZE: I sure hope so. ROY: Then shove it. Pain's . . . nothing, pain's life. BELIZE: Sing it, baby.

I don't understand why I'm not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die

If I keep grinning maybe my inoperable colon cancer won't hurt so much.

The heroin I bought last night was so-so at best, but I dumped a lot into my wake up shot and managed to find a decent vein in my ankle. The dope flooded my bloodstream and I could feel normality returning: my aching muscles relaxed, the ice unthawed around my bones, my jangling nerves subsisted. I looked at my watch; it was 6:30 a. m. Another perfect fucking day had begun.

You know what the biggest lie in the world is?' 'Tell me.' 'That everything happens for a reason. It's not true. Some things are totally without reason. Some things – the things that hurt the most – are totally meaningless. Some things make no sense and will never make sense.' I

It's painful and it's messy. But sometimes you just have to make the break and start again.

Sometimes the fog in his eyes would clear, that fog caused by the pain and the killers of pain, and when it cleared, I saw regret and fear in those eyes swimming with tears and I was convinced that this was it, this was the end, this was surely the end.

The truth is that we can learn to condition our minds, bodies, and emotions to link pain or pleasure to whatever we choose. By changing what we link pain and pleasure to, we will instantly change our behaviors.

a partir de ahora tendría que moverse entre multitud de seres cuyas úlceras no estaban el apiel o en las entrañas, sino en la mente: individuos llagados en el espíritu, tarados del alma

Hun trodde kjærligheten skulle gjøre henne godt, men det den gjør, er å servere smerte, slite og rive i henne, skyve henne ut i noe ukjent og noe farlig.

Give me life Give me pain Give me myself again.

Our generation has an incredible amount of realism, yet at the same time it loves to complain and not really change. Because, if it does change, then it won't have anything to complain about. I think our generation loves our pain, and if you dare take it away from us, we're going to kill you. We like our pain. And we're packaging it, and we're selling it.

What girls do to each other is beyond description. No Chinese torture comes close.

Wherever you turn, you run up against your childhood and hurt yourself because it's sharp-edged and hard, and stops only when it has torn you completely apart. It seems that everyone has their own and each is totally different. My brother's childhood is very noisy, for example, while mine is quiet and furtive and watchful. No one likes it and no one has any use for it.

There are only two kinds of songs; there's the blues, and there's zip-a-dee-doo-dah.