Quotes about Pain

Most people tell you they want to get out of kindergarten, but don't believe them. Don't believe them! All they want you to do is to mend their broken toys. "Give me back my wife. Give me back my job. Give me back my money. Give me back my reputation, my success." This is what they want; they want their toys replaced. That's all. Even the best psychologist will tell you that, that people don't really want to be cured. What they want is relief; a cure is painful.

Pleasant experiences make life delightful. Painful experiences lead to growth.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.

Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath.

The pain that you create now is always some form of nonacceptance, some form of unconscious resistance to what is. On the level of thought, the resistance is some form of judgment. On the emotional level, it is some form of negativity. The intensity of the pain depends on the degree of resistance to the present moment, and this in turn depends on how strongly you are identified with your mind.

Pain is inevitable as long as you are identified with your mind.

I am the perpretor of my suffering - but only all of it.

A person will remain the same until the pain of remaining the same is greater than the pain of change.

Healing is not what I ask for. For I understand now I will continue to
carry this sorrow. I just wonder if the music can be my mask, for the
sorrow can be painful. Who knows how much longer my construction will
continue. My heart can only take so much of the real world. Sometimes
stepping away from the real world even if temp or putting on a mask, can be an escape to an oasis while I become the man I am meant to be. I
understand in the end Music is my escape from the pain but its just a
mask until I shine and become Man and Overcome the sorrow that is the
real world.

Fear was given to man as a cautionary device to spare him pain; it is not mean to be cultivated and abused.

Think of me tonite
For that which you savor
Did it give you something real,
or could you taste the pain of my death in its flavor?

My heart calls to me in my sleep
How can I turn to it
'Cause I'm all locked up in this
Dark place - and I do not know
I'm good as dead
My head aches - warped and tied up
I need to kill this pain

My head won't leave my head alone
And I don't believe it will
'Till I'm dead and gone
My head won't leave my head alone
And I don't believe it will
'Till I'm six feet under ground

And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you
All through my life? - sharing my fire, my bed,
Sharing - oh, worst of all things! - the same head? -
And, when I feed myself, feeding you, too?

May God bless you with discomfort at easy answers, half truths, and superficial relationships, so that you may live deep within your heart. May God bless you with anger at injustice, oppression, and exploitation of people, so that you may work for justice, freedom, and peace. May God bless you with tears to shed for those who suffer from pain, rejection, starvation, and war, so that you may reach out your hand to comfort them and to turn their pain into joy. And may God bless you with enough foolishness to believe that you can make a difference in this world, so that you can do what others claim cannot be done.

The hurt that we embrace becomes joy.

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.

Pain destroys the illusions of false, that is, elitist pleasures. It burns from the inside out. It, therefore, sensitizes us to what is truly beautiful in life.

A lot of people say they want to get out of pain, and I'm sure that's true, but they aren't willing to make healing a high priority. They aren't willing to look inside to see the source of their pain in order to deal with it.

If God were to exist for the entire humanity, he would be profoundly vile, as he allows the existence of unfathomable sin, stupidity, madness, and misery for no reason than his own despicable enjoyment. God exists though, not for all humanity, but for a one chosen man - a philosopher - who is bound to answer the greatest philosophical question, the question about the nature of the questioner's existence, which progressively quenches the divine vanity.

Pleasure of love lasts a moment, pain of love lasts a lifetime.

Like falling stars from the universe we are hurled
Down through the long loneliness of the world
Until we behold the pain, become the pearl

Sometimes we guard people from the truth to protect them from being hurt, but by doing that we only hurt them more in the long run.

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.

When ever your heart grows weary, know that there is always a heart grieving much more then yours.

God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains; it is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.

You kiss the back of my neck

I'm spinning to the ground

You run your strong fingers down my back

I can't hear a sound

You whisper things to me

So sweet I can taste your words

You're so close to me

I can feel our souls touching

You draw circles in my palm

Your love warms me to my toes, this I will never forget.

You loved me even if it was only for a minute

I hold onto that minute every night

You needed me even if only for a moment

I still hold onto that moment inside.

Pain is weakness leaving the body. The question isn't how much more can you take, but how much more can you give. Just when you're ready to quit, your mind says push harder. You listen sensing an inner strength that wasn't there before, and suddenly you discover you no longer feel the pain.

If you want to end your suffering enter your pain.

Soon the child's clear eye is clouded over by ideas and opinions, preconceptions and abstractions.  Simple free being becomes encrusted with the burdensome armor of the ego.  Not until years later does an instinct come that a vital sense of mystery has been withdrawn.  The sun glints through the pines, and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain, like a memory of paradise.  After that day we become seekers.

..::the pain that perspires is my agony a fire::..