“There is a great deal of pain in life and perhaps the only pain that can be avoided is the pain that comes from trying to avoid pain.”— R.D. Laing, psychotherapy.net
“But pain’s like water. It finds a way to push through any seal. There’s no way to stop it. Sometimes you have to let yourself sink inside of it before you can learn how to swim to the surface.”— Katie Kacvinsky, goodreads.com
“A person doesn’t know true hurt and suffering until they’ve felt the pain of falling in love with someone whose affections lie elsewhere.”— Rose Gordon, amazon.com
“You’ve got to use it, the pain. Use it as fuel to move past the torment, to the light at the end of the tunnel.”— Thomas E. Sniegoski, amazon.com
“The only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer.”— Jonathan Safran Foer, amazon.com
“I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.”— John Dryden, goodreads.com
“Come with all your shame, come with your swollen heart, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.”— Warsan Shire, staceymuhammad-blog.tumblr.com
“Don’t hold on to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.”— Leo Buscaglia, amazon.com
“I'm not really sure why. But... do you stop loving someone just because they betray you? I don't think so. That's what makes the betrayal hurt so much - pain, frustration, anger... and I still loved her. I still do.”— Brandon Sanderson, amazon.com
“She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.”— Jonathan Safran Foer, amazon.com
“But these are small troubles, people will say. Yes, but they are drops which wear hollows in the rock.”— Hans Christian Andersen, amazon.com
“Never had she danced so beautifully; the sharp knives cut her feet, but she did not feel it, for the pain in her heart was far greater.”— Hans Christian Andersen, amazon.com
“Sharp knives seemed to cut her delicate feet, yet she hardly felt them, so deep was the pain in her heart. She could not forget that this was the last night she would ever see the one for whom she had left her home and family, had given up her beautiful voice, and had day by day endured unending tor…”— Hans Christian Andersen, amazon.com