Pain Quotes - Page 61

I'll never be happy. I believe I'll die alone. I would want it that way. I've been a loner all my life with my secrets and my pain. I'm really lost, but I'm trying to find myself. I'm really a sad, pathetic case. My whole life has been a waste. I've been a failure. I just want to escape.

There is no such thing as good painting about nothing.

The earth will never be the same again Rock, water, tree, iron, share this greif As distant stars participate in the pain. A candle snuffed, a falling star or leaf, A dolphin death, O this particular loss A Heaven-mourned; for if no angel cried If this small one was tossed away as dross, The very galaxies would have lied. How shall we sing our love's song now In this strange land where all are born to die? Each tree and leaf and star show how The universe is part of this one cry, Every life is noted and is cherished, and nothing loved is ever lost or perished.

I paint pictures which do not exist and which I would like to see.

I fear that I am losing my mind. But really, it would not be such a precious thing to lose, as it only causes me pain.

God is not attracted to mountaintops or church steeples. God is drawn to suffering, and the dark places it surfaces, which is why sharing pain freely feels very much like love, and may be the same thing. (207)

Time heals. No, it doesn't. At best, time is the great leveler, sweeping us all into coffins. We find ways to distract ourselves from the pain. Time is neither scalpel nor bandage. It is indifferent. Scar tissue is not a good thing. It is merely the wound's other face.

The thing that gave me the most pain in life, psychologically, and it gave me tremendous pain psychologically, is man's disrespect for nature.

You can defeat fear through humor, through pain, through honesty, bravery, intuition, and through love in the truest sense.

Recovery begins with embracing our pain and taking the risk to share it with others. We do this by joining a group and talking about our pain.

Out of the dusk a shadow, Then a spark; Out of the cloud a silence, Then a lark; Out of the heart a rapture, Then a pain; Out of the dead, cold ashes, Life again.

I was a Catholic boy, redeemed through pain, not through joy.

Sometimes it is painful to be oneself; at other times it seems impossible to escape oneself.

Pain is my daily routine. As long as I don't go to the hospital, it's nothing for me.

Most people discover that when hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with their own pain.

Ours is a society of denial that conditions us to protect ourselves from any direct difficulty and discomfort. We expend enormous energy denying our insecurity, fighting pain, death and loss and hiding from the basic truths of the natural world and of our own nature.

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

All by yourself, unable to express the pain of your distress with your deeper inside. You alienate yourself and everybody else.

I like to paint something that leads me on and on into the unknown, something that I want to see away on beyond.

Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day.

One never paints violently enough.

Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath.

I never feel more alive than when I'm in great pain, struggling against insurmountable odds and untold adversity. Hardship? Suffering? Bring it!

There comes a time in some relationships when no matter how sincere the attempt to reconcile the differences or how strong the wish to recreate a part of the past once shared, the struggle becomes so painful that nothing else is felt and the world and all its beauty only add to the discomfort by providing cruel contrast.

Of late God has been pleased to keep my soul hungry almost continually, so that I have been filled with a kind of pleasing pain. When I really enjoy God, I feel my desires of Him the more insatiable and my thirstings after holiness more unquenchable.