There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You’ve ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can’t say any of that.
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Quotes tagged ‘Pain’
Oh, love isn’t there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.
Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.
Heartache is good. Accept it joyously. Allow it, don’t repress it. The natural tendency of the mind is to repress anything that is painful. By repressing it you will destroy something that is growing. The heart is meant to be broken. It’s purpose is to melt into tears and and evaporate. When the hea…
— Osho, amazon.com
I think that passion and love and pain are all bearable, and they go to make life beautiful.
It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut.
Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Som…
I know what she’s talking about. The something deeper and more secret. It’s like cracks inside of you. Like there are these fault lines where things don’t meet up right.
Past hurt can still inflict pain on you today if you don’t learn to let go and move forward.
The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.
Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.
I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for awhile they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.
There will always be that occasional silent type of pain we undergo that sometimes we choose to keep so be kind & never judge others.
The cigarettes you light one after another won’t help you forget her.
We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.
The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars… etc. - is sure to be noticed.
Maybe we just lived between hurting and healing.
There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favorite.
Being an artist means forever healing your own wounds and at the same time endlessly exposing them.