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

Love is the most pleasurable pain imaginable, and I have experienced more pain-pleasure than a German twin experiencing schadenfreude at the expense of his brother.

Pain is a spiritual wake-up call showing you that there are oceans you have not yet explored. Step beyond the world you know. Reach for heights that you never thought possible. Go to places you...

He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a...

Living is painful. Without pain, reality would escape us and the lessons the world has for us will go untaught.

Why am I doing this? Because it feels so good to talk like we used to, even though I know this is just a shadow of what we had. But I chase it anyway.

I am not a theologian or a scholar, but I am very aware of the fact that pain is necessary to all of us. In my own life, I think I can honestly say that...

We are as small as our joy (the sum of all ) and as big as our pain (the sum of all ) Somos tan pequeños como nuestra dicha y tan grandes como nuestro dolor

Yeah. I know why she cuts. I just don’t know the seed-reason. It’s deep inside her, and it’ll take time and patience to get it out of her.

I’m in pain but I’m confident I’ll feel better tomorrow,

It is always the one closest to you that hurts you the most.

We have to expect disappointments, trouble, losses and hurts as an inevitable part of life. It is vital to repeat to ourselves the most important and comforting words of all time: THIS, TOO, SHALL PASS...

Joy always came after pain.

He had a shooting pain that was really bothering him.

When you see and feel the sensations you are experiencing as sensations, pure and simple, you may see that these thoughts about the sensation are useless to you at that moment and that they can...

The human heart does not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

The glance embroiders in joy, knits in pain, and sews in boredom.When indifferent, the eye takes stills, when interested, movies.Laughter is regional: a smile extends over the whole face.

Can I possibly be a good writer if I’m not healed form the story I’m telling? Will I be able to go deep enough if people find out the truth?

Monsters are born of pain, and grief, and loss, and anger. Your heart is full of them.–“And?”And it makes you vulnerable.

I have a lot of fluid in my back, and it is causing a lot of pain when I ski. I skied the best I could. You can’t be disappointed when you’ve given it everything...

Do not trust a person without scars. If they have no scars, then it means someone else is wearing theirs, usually unfairly, and usually permanently.

There’s a big difference between being numb to something and being immune to it.

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.

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.

All mental unhappiness is the avoidance of legitimate suffering.

Say I feel all sad and self-indulgent, then get stung by a wasp, my misery feels quite abstract and I long just to be in spiritual pain once more – ‘damn you tiny assassin, clad...

Don’t make light of any man’s pain.

Pain is always emotional. Fear and depression keep constant company with chronic hurting.

(Streets of Sorrow)Oh, farewell you streets of sorrowOh, farewell you streets of painI’ll not return to feel more sorrowThrough the years I’ve lived through terrorAnd in the darkened streets, the painOh, how I long to...

I spent the rest of that day and most of the night thinking about all the hundreds of people I had met in rehabs and sober living houses and on the streets. We were all...

Not for the first time, it occurred to me that sorrow could be purified into song the same way a piece of coal is purified into a diamond.