Love And Pain Quotes

One's life is more formed, I sometimes think, by books than by human beings: it is out of books one learns about love and pain at second hand. Even if we have the happy chance to fall in love, it is because we have been conditioned by what we have read, and if I had never known love at all, perhaps it was because my father's library had not contained the right books.

Be - fight - feel the pain - and love the wounds!

One's life is more formed, I sometimes think, by books than by human beings: it is out of books one learns about love and pain at second hand.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

Love and pain become one and the same in the eyes of a wounded child.

Love and pain are not the same. But sometimes it feels like they should be. Love is put to test everyday. Pain is not. Yet the two of them are inseparable because true love cannot bear separation.

When I was a kid I would write songs, little plays, and poetry in school. If you're an adult and you're a poet, it's all about love and pain, but if you're a kid it's, "Does anyone know a word that rhymes with shark?"

Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

Suffering is primarily a call for attention, which itself is a movement of love. More than happiness, love wants growth, the widening and deepening of awareness and consciousness and being. Whatever prevents that, becomes a cause of pain, and love does not shirk from pain.

Grief. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.

Why love, if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore: only the life I have lived... The pain now is part of the happiness then.

So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

Well: Love and Pain Be kinfolks twain; Yet would, Oh would I could Love again.

A mighty pain to love it is, And 'tis a pain that pain to miss; But, of all pains, the greatest pain Is to love, but love in vain.

Each day you must choose, the pain of discipline or the pain of regret.

I have lived a life full of love and pain, of Joy and Sorrow, and I live on still. i have many, many years ahead of me, each day with the potential to be filled to the brim with trials to face and challenges to overcome.

The music throbbed in a voice of singular and delicate power; the air was resonant with melody, love and pain. The meanest Italian in the gallery far up beneath the ceiling, the most exalted of the land in the boxes and the stalls, leaned indulgently forward, to be swept by this sweet storm of song.

PETA's campaign should be included in school curricula. If we can open children's hearts and minds to animals' needs, teach them to treat a dog or a chicken as if they feel fear and love and pain - as they do - then they will grow up to understand that we are all worthy of respect.

Frankly, Django is an American story that needs to be told, when you think of slavery existing in this country for 245 years. In slave narratives there were all types of tales and drama and heroism and pain and love that happened during that time. That's rich material for drama! Everyone complains that there are no new stories left to tell. Not true, there are a whole bunch of them, and they're all American with a capital A.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it.

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.

What do you want me to do, To watch for you, To see you through? A box of rain will ease the pain, and love, will see you through.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.

The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

We all carry around so much pain in our hearts. Love and pain and beauty. They all seem to go together like one little tidy confusing package. It's a messy business, life. It's hard to figure - full of surprises. Some good. Some bad.

Two of an actress's greatest assets are love and pain. A great actress, even a good actress, must have plenty of both in her life.

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

I was guilty and irritated and full of love and pain. I wanted to kick him and I wanted to take him in my arms.

How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another's heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known? Even if the world's rich and powerful were to put themselves in the shoes of the rest, how much would they really understand the wretched millions suffering around them? So it is when Orhan the novelist peers into the dark corners of his poet friend's difficult and painful life: How much can he really see?

How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known?

Don't hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.

Pain and love - the whole of life, in short - cannot be looked on as a disease just because they make us suffer.

I think that passion and love and pain are all bearable, and they go to make love beautiful.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.

If the concept of consciousness were to fall to science, what would happen to our sense of moral agency and free will? If conscious experience were reduced somehow to mere matter in motion, what would happen to our appreciation of love and pain and dreams and joy? If conscious human beings were just animated material objects, how could anything we do to them be right or wrong?

People who say "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" never felt a broken heart.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

One word Frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.