In Pain Quotes

Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!

How odd that girl's life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? I'm wife! stop there!

So we must love, while these moments are still called today, take part in the pain of this passion play, stretching our youth as we must, until we are ashes to dust, until time makes history of us.

What was once your pain, will be your home.

My inbox [showed me] how much pain there is in the world. I appreciated hearing from people, but it was hard to know I couldn't do anything.

...Sometimes I suspect that what had really happened was that we became more resigned, more cynical, raised our pain thresholds as we lowered our expectations. All in all, settled for less.

I hate cats. But this cancer cat made me feel bad, so I was like, Okay, I'll take her back to L. A. and give her her last six months of pain-free life.

Isn't the fear of pain next brother to pain itself?

There is always a use for everything, Victor had told him. Even pain.

Pain or pleasure? I say pleasure.

Those desires that do not bring pain if they are not satisfied are not necessary; and they are easily thrust aside whenever to satisfy them appears difficult or likely to cause injury.

It pains me whenever there's the death of a law enforcement official.

I dare you to take a little pain. I dare you!

Pain is not love. Love flowers; love gives without taking; love is serene and calm.

Never underestimate what it takes to watch someone you love in pain.

Ordinarily pleasure and pain are regarded as different from sensations.

Witticisms are fire-arms, that make a noise and give pain.

Never say that marriage has more of joy than pain.

The wise with hope support the pains of life.

To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.

There is desire in those who love to hear about their loved ones' pains.

...to speak of them out loud, to speak of their hunger and pain and loneliness and humour, to make them visible so that can not be ravaged in the dark without great consequence.

Some days I would get so exhausted, nauseous, in pain - just from going back through things. It's almost as if I had the experience and then the meta-experience.

Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure and the memory so possessed him that for the moment there was nothing to do but to pretend.

There is no adequate definition for creative writing, any more than it is possible to describe pain or flavor or color.

Man seems not so much wicked as frail, unable to face pain, trouble and growing old. A good woman knows that nature is her enemy. Look at what it does to her.

For valuing your own suffering sets on it the gold of a sun of pride. Suffering a lot can originate the illusion of being the Chosen of Pain.

The worst pain in the world is shame.

Food has always been at the center of community bonding, of family life, and simple pleasure, but it is becoming more and more an obsession, a source of pain.

I wanted him to hold me, to take care of me. To make the pain dissolve away. I know that this was part of what had ruined everything but I wanted it once more anyway.

Pain didn't ever really stop, he thought; it just changed forms.

Pain can give you sight or make you blind.

We knew nothing of loss. Nobody has taught us about pain. Until that moment, death had just amounted to a scary sound.

Immortal life is something to be earned, By slow self-conquest, comradeship with Pain, And patient seeking after higher truths.

Bodily labor alleviates the pains of the mind and from this arises the happiness of the poor

A human being can stand any amount of pain.

I have a terrific pain in the back of my head.

If our pain doesn't destroy us, it just might transform us into truly human beings at last.

What to know about pain is how little we do to deserve it, how simple it is to give, how hard to lose.

There is always going to be pain. There is always going to be pleasure. But what is not always going to be there is balance, happiness. That is a personal decision.

Only real love of the infinite will motivate you. While pain motivates, once we feel comfortable and the pain has stopped, we'll stop evolving. Love is a far superior spiritual vehicle.

If your life is based around your being comfortable, you're not very comfortable. You suffer quite a bit - becuase in the realm of the senses there is not only pleasure, but there is pain.

To become completely aware is the journey of enlightenment. There is pain in it and suffering. But you already have those things so it doesn't really matter.

The pathway to enlightenment is joyful. It may sound harsh. I suggest just the opposite. It is rather easy compared to the possibilities of staying in pain and illusion.

Being on the path means we again meditate with joy. We deal with the suffering of life and the pain of existence without perfect enlightenment with a smile.

I too have experienced the extreme pain of living, but I have also experienced some of its remarkable ecstasy.

Often, in the student's confusion, she or he directs anger at the teacher, blaming them for the pain they are experiencing, or for their own mistakes.

With the happiness, ecstasy and power you gain from meditation, you can gradually remove your mind from the things it has become hooked to that cause it pain.

Love makes you wise. Love unites. Pain divides. Hate divides even more. Hate separates and brings us down to a very physical plane. Love elevates us to a plane of spirit.

If you want to help people, if you care, go to the cities. The city is where the pain is the greatest - and the cities are a hell of a lot of fun if you like art, movies and plays.