And a rock feels no pain;And an island never cries.

If we deny the grief its right in our lives, then we must question the love for which the grief is supposedly rooted. God’s grief is founded in His love for Himself and His love for us. Looking at God as our model is healthy. Facing the pain means honoring those with whom our love...

There is something very morbid about modern sympathy with pain.

Getting habitual to her so much that you can’t think anything else but her all the time and one day she leaves. It is suddenly an existence crisis. It is painful. Everything feels worthless and the only thing that can save your mental state is some more moments with her. But you can’t get them....

Trauma is personal.

Trauma is personal. It does not disappear if it is not validated. When it is ignored or invalidated the silent screams continue internally heard only by the one held captive. When someone enters the pain and hears the screams healing can begin.

Never Expect Loyalty From A Person That Can’t Give You Honesty.

The tattoo artist inflicts pain and I take it. With each breath I count to one again. Each inhale, each exhale, time passes in the smallest of pieces, and pieces still smaller than those.This is how you count a life. This is how you go through it. Each second of hurt is a second that’s...

The truth hurts, only when it can heal.

reality sucks, that’s probably why we dream. Why our bodies need sleep. So we can escape. Escape this earth, at least just for a little while. Everynight, we get to go away. Sleep is the only time I feel safe. The only time I can leave this place. This reality that feels like needles sticking...

She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame.All the torment and the pain leaked through and covered me.I’d do anything to have her to myself.Just to have her for myselfNow I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to do when she makes me sane.She is everything to me.The unrequited...

Her behaviors turn her psychic pain, which she fears is not legitimate, into physical pain, which is indisputably real”.

Loneliness sometimes gives me a quantity of creativeness – you’re drinking another glass of wine and you’re feeling even worse. Art doesn’t work without pain; art also exists for compensating pain.

Do you want it bad enough to get over being hurt?

Pain withheld becomes hate, pain shared becomes love.

I wish to get you out of my veins, but you are my third skin; I can’t rub you off.

But this you must know: the violent murder of a mother- when a boy is at the tender age, when he is just discovering girls- it is a terrible thing. confusingly mixed up with all the things feminine, it leaves a charred residue on the soul, like the black marks found at the bottom of...

I don’t like the darkness but I want to live in it, I don’t want to have pains but I always have it, I want to live in good way, happy and very normal life but I just can’t. Because it’s not that thing which some one gave me and I didn’t took from anybody...

Those who overcome great challenges will be changed, and often in unexpected ways. For our struggles enter our lives as unwelcome guests, but they bring valuable gifts. And once the pain subsides, the gifts remain. These gifts are life’s true treasures, bought at great price, but cannot be acquired in any other way.

But they both agreed that it’s always nice to know that your wife is desired by another man, although they wouldn’t go any further than that.

But why all these questions?Because I’m in love and I’m afraid of suffering.Don’t be afraid, the only way to avoid that suffering would be to refuse to love.

Nature gave us pain as a messaging device to tell us that we are approaching, or that we have exceeded, our limits in some way.

I have my own aloneness.” Aloneness is to be at home in ourselves, to be in contact with our inner source of love, while loneliness is to hanker for other people, to hanker for a source of love outside of ourselves. Aloneness is to come home.

They don’t know the meaning of danger or fear or pain. It’s only their pride that can be truly hurt.

Pain moves us forward, changing us into something else, something we need to be.

They may have been rightly overbearing in her formative years, but they also loved Roselyn enough to trust she needed dreams more than realities.

Pain forces even the innocent to lie.

When a heart gets hurt, its pain comes over the words.”― Samar Sudha

Some boys walk by and you cry, seeing them. They feel good, they look good, they are good. Oh, they’re not above peeing off a bridge, or stealing an occasional dime-store pencil sharpener; it’s not that. It’s just, you know, seeing them pass, that’s how they’ll be all their life; they’ll get hit, hurt, cut,...

There is very hard bonding between Tears and Rain, often both falls together in Happiness and in Pain” -Samar Sudha

That’s life for you,” said MacDunn. “Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can’t hurt you no more.

He left her. She was dissatisfied with him. He had preferred to incur her anger rather than cause her pain. He had kept all the pain for himself.

I guess I just have a high threshold for pain.

Her strategy for honoring the dead had always been to take action – solve the mystery, punish the criminal. But what did you do when there was no one to punish? When there were no answers to find? How do you assimilate that kind of loss without losing your mind?

It’s the same with people who say, ‘Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’ Even people who say this must realize that the exact opposite is true. What doesn’t kill you maims you, cripples you, leaves you weak, makes you whiny and full of yourself at the same time. The more pain, the more pompous...

I discovered that private things were mostly sour. They sat spoiling in the corners of your heart for so long that by the time you acknowledged them you were dealing with something rancid.

I care not that this moment’s lot was thin and sparsely dealt; all pleasures sweet can be forgot the instant they are felt.

I’ve seen knives pierce the chest,Children dying in the roadCrawling things hooked and baited,Rapists bound and then castrated,Villains singed in public square.Yet none these sights did make me cringeLike when my Love cut all her hair.

You’ll see some bad things, but if you didn’t see them, they’d still be happening.

At one point, she said after a while, at one point we thought we might raise silkworms in one of the empty rooms. But then we never did. Oh, for the countless things one fails to do!

En natt i lengst forsvundne tider våknet mennesket og så seg selv… da dyrene kom til sine vannhull, hvor han ventet dem av gammel vane, da kjente han ikke lenger tigerspranget i sitt blod, men en stor salme om lidelsens broderskap mellom alt som lever.

For human nature is such that grief and pain – even simultaneously suffered – do not add up as a whole in our consciousness, but hide, the lesser behind the greater, according to a definite law of perspective. It is providential and is our means of surviving in the camp. And this is the reason...

You don’t have to be happy about it but just know that other places are feeling the pain much worse than we are.

If I let my self care, all I feel is pain.

My life consists of two things,Pain and hardship that no one but me can describe,Love and joy that can only be mesured in who I am

The distance between your knowledge of truth and your obedience is called lack of integrity. And the amount of negative behavior–or lack of integrity–a person exhibits is directly proportional to their amount of pain.” – Tara Leigh’s therapist (p.118)

I think Dad wanted to feel the pain, to feel his body cry, an urgent reminder that he was still alive. I pretended not to notice.

Eyes so young, so full of pain … Two lonely drops of winter rain … And no tear could these eyes sustain … For too much had they seen.

Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

Truly there are different kinds of pain. But the most agonizing is the pain of regret, for which there is no lasting relief and no remedy.