Igen: élni, míg élünk,Igen: ez a szabály.De mit csináljunk az életünkkel,Ha fáj?Élni, míg élünk

Whenever we condemn, we cloak the world in pain.

Where there is anger there is always pain underneath.

A young outcast will often feel that there is something wrong with himself, but as he gets older, grows more confident in who he is, he will adapt, he will begin to feel that there...

I think a lot of psychopaths are just geniuses who drove so fast that they lost control.

Knowledge is power, as some say. But on some days it is just as much pain and confusion as it is power; and any wise man worth his salt as a wise man at least...

Often, things are left unsaid. Everyone is guilty of thinking and feeling things… of loving or appreciating others… and of taking for granted that those others will just be there… to continue to share life’s...

I didn’t go there lightly. I knew even then that this was the beginning of something very hard to reverse. But I couldn’t do otherwise now: I was too possessed

The past is far behind. If you still want to look at it, you will painfully stretch your neck muscles. Don’t live in the past, leave the past, but learn from it.

Why is it so tough to forget pain and tougher to remember happiness.We treasure our scars but forget to live on our smiles.

You can’t ever guess at life, at pain. All pain is real, and all pain is personal. It’s the most personal thing we have. It eats each of us differently.

Learning to have patience and not forcing the relationship is part of the twin soul process. If you are trying to force your will onto the other person, chances are you’re not ready to really...

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

Call me later, you’d said, so I could call you later, at night, and it is those nights I miss you, Ed, the most, on the phone, you beautiful bastard.

There is a saying in Tibetan, ‘Tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength.’No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that’s our real disaster.

Realize that by hurting your own characters, you are not a sadist. You are not deliberately hurting your loved ones merely to watch them suffer. You’re giving a gift. You’re helping them grow and develop....

But Miss Pym gave an impression, somehow, of having been attacked from within.

Don’t even try making out I’m making this up. I’ve got proof. Evidence.

Now that he’s gone, I feel like I’m a senior citizen who gave away her life savings over the phone. And this is the crux: I never in my life believed in someone as much...

When he was down on the ground, he was having shooting pain that was really bothering him, but beyond that I don’t know.

If there was a God. I would spit in his face for subjecting me to this. If there was a Devil, I would sell my sould to make it end. If there was something Higher...

Insecurities have the ability to shape and mold our minds to live with everything that’s bad; like crying on the inside, while smiling on the outside…thus creating pain…but, alas, I have the answer; forget about...

Each memory rips through me, and although I stow myself against the emotions, I can’t prevent the pain that accompanies each image. Pain for a love never acknowledged, pain for a friendship now gone. Pain...

There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

I was right when I said I’d never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can’t ever do anything else except look back.

You always know more than you think you know without being aware of it. You always remember best what has hurt most.Memory is a reflex of the pain. Knowledge is the memory of the pain...

… in time, the pain from a phisical beating would recede, heal, and scar, but wounds inflicted to the heart left scars that never stopped hurting

Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love,...

He read it for the same reason an animal tears at a wounded foot: to hurt the pain.

What if?..What if I am all to see?What if life is only this? And Ignorance is bliss?What if love is only pain? And nothing can be gained by living everydayAnd there is no better way?What...

Suffering is the fuel in the engine of civilization.”-Vergere

The way the vocal folds work is that they can get inflamed and in pain, but actual tears in the folds are somewhat rare. I’ve never torn anything. Been too strained plenty of times.

Pain might escalate upward and, just when you thought you’d reached your limit, begin to spread sideways, and spill out, and touch other people, and mix with their pain. And grow larger, but somehow less...

Yet I am not writing with ordinary ink, but with red blood that dripsfrom my heart. All its wounds long scarred over have opened and itthrobs and hurts, and now and then a tear falls...

Pain demands to be felt”.

I felt that I did not really remember her except through the pain, and I longed for the nails that riveted her to my consciousness to be driven yet deeper.

The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.

Ever since I was a child, I would start crying seeing anyone in pain.

Kill not, cause no pain. Nonviolence is the greatest religion.

You know how I conceal my pain talk so much and laugh a lot

Feel, he told himself, feel, feel, feel. Even if what you feel is pain, only let yourself feel.

Give me a cubic centimeter of your flesh and I could give you pain that would swallow you as the ocean swallows a grain of salt. And you would always be ripe for it, from...

Take out the garbage…true happiness comes from within not from without!

I feel pain everywhere. A lot of guys in chairs do feel their legs. But if you don’t, there’s a thing called disreflex, so you know if something happens, say, you can’t feel your foot...

Love happens only once, what happens after that is just compromise; with your heart and with your life…

…beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life – and we do too, beneath torments of tears…

I was such a quiet kid, so shy and calm and in my own head. Of course I knew about being sad. Maybe that’s the reason I saved all the things I thought were pretty.

When darkness falls, beauty is lit from within.

Pain is the enemy. It is a ghost. I will allow it to wash over me, through me, leaving nothing in its wake.