When the souls rise up in glory, yours shall not be shunned nor sunderered, but shall be the prize of the gods’ gardens. Even your darkness shall be treasured then, and all your pain made holy.
But pain seems to me an insufficient reason not to embrace life. Being dead is quite painless. Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?
The good face pain. But the great? They embrace it.
You should have fallen in love with a happy man, if you wanted happiness. But no, you had to fall for the breathtaking beauty of pain.
I do think, half of what we call madness is just some poor slob dealing with pain by a strategy that annoys the people around him.
I’m sorry. I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.
Endure pain, find joy, and make your own meaning, because the universe certainly isn’t going to supply it.
When your views are truly contrarian, they are inevitably uncomfortable. Courage and the ability to withstand pain are required.
Peter Noever is a pain in the ass and a joy in the heart.
Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.
This is the pain pacemaker. I’ve got a battery under my skin. From that battery are two electrodes that go into the spine where they cut bone away to accommodate it. Now I put on the power here. If I have the pain, the stimulator starts. It’s tingling, like when your foot falls asleep, you know?
Adrenaline is wonderful. It covers pain. It covers dementia. It covers everything.
If I found the cure for dystrophy tomorrow, I would do a telethon in four weeks for acute pain that in this country is a bigger problem than cancer, heart, sickle cell, anemia, name it. It is – it’s hitting 70 million Americans.
When I was onstage doing the work, adrenaline killed the pain because I never hurt in front of an audience.
This moment in time, on this tour, you know, I’m discovering a lot of new things. And to be 45 and doing that, it’s a mixture of pleasure and pain, I can assure you.
The camera is your way to see what you want to see – it’s an extension of the director’s fantasy. I’m executing my personal fantasy, whether it’s a fantasy of pleasure or of pain and fear.
I’m never trying to make a statement about morality ever. If there’s a statement to be made, it’s "People are complicated. They do things that may hurt other people, or exploit other people, but they may do them for the right reasons, or out of desperation." I don’t judge that sort of "bad" behavior. I’m only interested in a world where people break outside of the norm, and I believe people do whatever they have to do to relieve themselves of pain. I just want to watch and see how that plays out.
May a thread of comfort be woven through your difficult days.
Pain is a difficult companion. There’s no getting around that. But, if pain is to be a companion, searching and discovering your own best ways to travel with that pain will lead you to the joy that you long to have. They are your paths, your ways and while my experience and the experiences of others may inspire you, ultimately it will be the choices you discover and make for yourself that lead you to certain joy in the midst of your challenges.
There are only so many ways to experience pain. There are an almost limitless number of ways to inflict it, but the pain itself, initially vividly distinct in all its specifications, becomes, inevitably, just pain.
A little bit of pain is good for you. I feel alive. Everybody needs struggle. Once you overcome an obstacle, you springboard into the future. Life is interesting and short and it’s not supposed to be easy, and if it is, you’re probably just in denial and you’re existing here like a zombie.
When I’m lonely, frustrated or hurt it usually comes from a male person and from unrequited love. I often carry that pain around with me and my ribs actually start to ache. That’s when I sit down and write.
As you may know, KFC is under worldwide pressure to eliminate its cruelest abuses of chickens, such as cutting the beaks off baby birds; breeding chickens to grow so large, so quickly that many suffer crippling injuries; and slitting the birds’ throats or dropping them into tanks of scalding-hot water while they are still alive and able to feel pain.
Yeah, I finished, it was hard. Those last five miles. It was like giving birth and then being told to run as you’re giving birth. It was so much pain in my hips. I don’t know if women are meant to run, especially after having kids.
I think the challenge is to takedifficult and painful times and turn them into something beneficial, something that makes you grow.
You find out in life that people really like you funny. So what do you give ’em? Humor. And then if you show them the other side, they don’t like you as much. I find, too, that I can hide behind the idiot’s mask being funny, and you never see the sorrow or the pain.
Pain is one of life’s great lessons. You need to know how you’ll react to the negatives in your life. Only then will you learn from the pain, and the next time it happens, you can speed up your healing process.
Can’t escape pain, kiddo. Battle through it and you get stronger.
Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care… -Wintergirls
Think about love, or hate, or joy, or pain- whatever makes you feel something, makes your palms sweat, or your toes curl. Focus on that feeling. When people don’t express themselves, they die on piece at a time.
I showed her how I’d been making tiny cuts in my skin to let the badness and the pain leak out. They were shallow at first, and short, like claw marks made by a desperate cat that wanted to hid under the front porch. Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care.
Seal my lips on aches and pains. They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by.
Expect to feel pleasure. Knowledge is sexy. Expect to feel pain. Knowledge is torture.
the human heart clings – even to its pain.
Kids can be a pain in the neck when they’re not a lump in your throat.