Pain Quotes - Page 151

Pain comes from the darkness. And we call it wisdom. It is pain.

Every great loss demands that we choose life again. We need to grieve in order to do this. The pain we have not grieved over will always stand between us and life. When we don't grieve, a part of us becomes caught in the past like Lot's wife who, because she looked back, was turned into a pillar of salt.

When we behold the face of God, all memories of pain and suffering will vanish. Our souls shall be totally healed.

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.

Pay attention to the voice within. . . . Sometimes the voice of your conscience gets drowned out by crowd noise or by the pep rally of temptations. And your mind may put some selfish spin on the ball, rationalizing that it's okay to veer away from the ethical route. When we run into conflicts between ethical "shoulds" and our selfish "wants," we all argure out ways to con our conscience. But take pains to listen, because it has your best interests at heart.

They discovered that even in the face of pain that seems unbearable, even in the face of pain that wrings the last drop of blood out of your heart and leaves its scrimshaw tracery on the inside of your skull, life goes on. And pain grows dull, and begins to fade

We can profit only by our own misfortunes and those of others. The former, though they may be the more beneficial, are also the more painful; let us turn, then, to the latter.

Unfinished paintings are more admired than the finished because the artist's actual thoughts are left visible.

Do you, like a skilful weigher, put into the balance the pleasures and the pains, near and distant, and weigh them, and then say which outweighs the other? If you weigh pleasures against pleasures, you of course take the more and greater; or if you weigh pains against pains, then you choose that course of action in which the painful is exceeded by the pleasant, whether the distant by the near or the near by the distant; and you avoid that course of action in which the pleasant is exceeded by the painful.

The essence of painting has actually always been to make it [the universal] plastically perceptible through colour and line.

Old age doth in sharp pains abound; We are belabored by the gout, Our blindness is a dark profound, Our deafness each one laughs about. Then reason's light with falling ray Doth but a trembling flicker cast. Honor to age, ye children pay! Alas! my fifty years are past!

The purpose of painting is to decorate the walls. Therefore it has to be as rich as possible

Pain never really goes away; you just elevate and get used to it by growing stronger.

It is possible to make a living thing, not a diagram of what I have been thinking: to posit with paint something living, something that changes each day.

I don't know what to say to that, but I have to agree with Johnny that, yeah, we do touch upon things that most men would rather not admit: That we feel pain, we cry, get sad and sometimes don't deal well with disappointment.

As anyone who has been close to someone that has committed suicide knows, there is no other pain like that felt after the incident.

I hate repetition, I really do. It's like asking a painter to paint the same picture every day of his life.

Pain is the body’s voice. Listen to your body.

Color and I are one. I am a painter.

A healthy body attends to the pain of the weakest part.

The labeling of nociceptors as pain fibers was not an admirable simplification, but an unfortunate trivialization under the guise of simplification.

There was a special challenge in describing the awful childhood of a person who happens to be my own husband. It was very painful at times, for both of us.

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.

Sculpture is the best comment that a painter can make on painting.

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