Quotes About Pain

the dharma itself supplies the tools and support we need to find our own beauty, our own insight, our own ability to work with neurosis and pain.

that way of looking at things is what keeps us miserable. Thinking that we can find some lasting pleasure and avoid pain is what in Buddhism is called samsara, a hopeless cycle that goes round and round endlessly and causes us to suffer greatly.

If we're willing to give up hope that insecurity and pain can be exterminated, then we can have the courage to relax with the groundlessness of our situation.

When something hurts in life, we don't usually think of it as our path or as the source of wisdom. In fact, we think that the reason we're on the path is to get rid of this painful feeling.

Anger is the right response to something that is so wrong. But don't let the anger and pain and loss you feel prevent you from forgiving him and removing your hands from around his neck.

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

Fear is the anticipation of the pain in the future. Anger is the remembrance of pain in the past. Hostility is wanting to get even.

Red-hot anger takes away a lot of the heartache.

Anger is an indication of pain and pain is an indication of sadness that grows inward and creates a lot of discomfort.

Transferring my anger and pain onto paper turns it into something tangible, something that can be shredded or burned, or at the very least, sealed shut in a box. ~Call Me Tuesday

Effort is only effort when it begins to hurt.

Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.

I envy the poet. He is encouraged toward drunkenness and wallows with nubile wenches while the painter must endure wretchedness and pain for his art.

The art we need is the art of bearing the unbearable.

Art is for the artist is only suffering through which he releases himself for further suffering.

Thirty-three-years-old, still creating art. It's rage, it's creativity, it's pain, it's hurt, but it's the opportunity to still have my voice get out there through music.

Maybe you can make art out of unredeemed pain, but only if you're a genius -- Dostoyevsky perhaps.

Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.

Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

Creative output, you know, is just pain. I'm going to be cliché for a minute and say that great art comes from pain.

You'll need to suffer to make any real art.

Art is a kind of artificial memory and the pain which attends all serious art is a sense of that factitiousness.

Pain, thou art not an evil