Pain Quotes

Forgetting someone is like getting over a hundred addictions everyday.

But what if pleasure and pain should be so closely connected that he who wants the greatest possible amount of the one must also have the greatest possible amount of the other, that he who wants to experience the "heavenly high jubilation," must also be ready to be "sorrowful unto death"?

His whole mind and body seemed to be afflicted with an unbearable sensitivity, a sort of transparency, which made every movement, every sound, every contact, every word that he had to speak or listen to, an agony. Even in sleep he could not altogether escape form her image.

Life is beautiful and living is pain.

Reading put perspective to any challenge I was facing and made me see that extraordinary people usually had extraordinary pain, difficulties or injustices. That's part of why they have the drive and hunger to do good in the world, to make something happen.

One thing you can't hide - is when you're crippled inside.

Don't hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.

Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.

The truth may hurt, but love helps ease the pain.

There are few things in this world more satisfying than having your son teach you how to play tennis, unless it is having a semi-truck run over your foot.

Every moment instructs, and every object; for wisdom is infused into every form. It has been poured into us as blood; it convulsed us as pain; it slid into us as pleasure; it enveloped us in dull, melancholy days, or in days of cheerful labor; we did not guess its essence until after long time.

Is your face a beautiful blossom or a sweet torture? I have no complaints but my heart is tempted to let you hear of its sorrows.

So give your complete attention to what you feel, and refrain from mentally labeling it. As you go into the feeling, be intensely alert. At first, it may seem like a dark and terrifying place, and when the urge to turn away from it comes, observe it but don’t act on it. Keep putting your attention on the pain, keep feeling the grief, the fear, the dread, the loneliness, whatever it is. Stay alert, stay present - present with your whole Being, with every cell of your body. As you do so, you are bringing a light into this darkness. This is the flame of your consciousness.

only an aching heartConceives a changeless work of art.

It is only by putting it into words that I make it whole. This wholeness means that it has lost its power to hurt me; it gives me, perhaps because by doing so I take away the pain, a great delight to put the severed parts together

But are there many honest people who will admit that it is pleasing to give pain?

He who suffers, remembers.

I'm of a generation that romanticizes and maybe even over-romanticized things that were painful, that hurt others. I feel that. But I don't know if I have any regrets.

My writing has gone to bits - like my character. I am simply a self-conscious nerve in pain.

He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.

I am certain that I never did grow in grace one-half so much anywhere as I have upon the bed of pain.

In the human species at all events there is a great diversity of pleasures. The same things delight some men and annoy others, and things painful and disgusting to some are pleasant and attractive to others.

pain is inevitable,suffering is optional... we have bigger houses,but smaller families. More conveniences,but less time. We have knowledge,but less judgements; more experts,but more problems ; more medicines but less health.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

The growth of the mind is the widening of the range of consciousness, and each step forward has been a most painful and laborious achievement.

What you have to do with your mind, when your body is miserable, is to make it think of something else.

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

A remark generally hurts in proportion to its truth.

Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years.

If you're hurting, you need to help somebody else ease their hurt. If you're in pain, help somebody else's pain.

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.

What we call pleasure, and rightly so is the absence of all pain.

There's a kind of bad that gets so overpowering you can't even talk about it.

Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility.

Those who are heartless, once cared too much.

The most intolerable pain is produced by prolonging the keenest pleasure.

Cruelties should be committed all at once.

We want to avoid pain and have pleasure, so if our early attempts to achieve our dreams fail, we want to avoid the pain of future failure and rejection, so we stop trying and write it off with a broadbrush, "I'm just not driven enough, not well educated enough, not attractive enough, not smart enough."

Great is the power of habit. It teaches us to bear fatigue and to despise wounds and pain.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

He who rejoices even at the stake triumphs not over pain but over the absence of pain where he had anticipated feeling it. A parable.

they say that time heals all things, they say you can always forget; but the smiles and the tears across the years they twist my heart strings yet!

All pain is either severe or slight, if slight, it is easily endured; if severe, it will without doubt be brief.

A little cooling down of animal excitability and instinct, a little loss of animal toughness, a little irritable weakness and descent of the pain-threshold, will bring the worm at the core of all our usual springs of delight into full view, and turn us into melancholy metaphysicians.

There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently

Are you in pain, Frodo?' said Gandalf quietly as he rode by Frodo's side. 'Well, yes I am,' said Frodo. 'It is my shoulder. The wound aches, and the memory of darkness is heavy on me. It was a year ago today.' 'Alas! there are some wounds that cannot be wholly cured,' said Gandalf. 'I fear it may be so with mine,' said Frodo. 'There is no real going back. Though I may come to the Shire, it will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same. I am wounded with knife, sting, and tooth, and a long burden. Where shall I find rest?' Gandalf did not answer.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

I do squats until I fall over and pass out. So what? It’s not going to kill me. I wake up five minutes later and I’m OK

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.

Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

Pain is as diverse as man. One suffers as one can.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

Even if something really hurt you, if it made you feel something it was worth it.

All men live in sufferingI know as few can know,Whether they take the upper roadOr stay content on the low.

The Sting of a reproach, is the Truth of it.

learning 's a gift, even when "pain" ,s your teacher!