Pain Quotes - Page 3

It takes a real man to see the difference between a diamond and a rhinestone.
Can't be mad when someone else takes the diamond, that you treated like a rhinestone

Here today, may be gone tomorrow! Never take anyone or nothing for granted! Be sure to count your blessing daily because tomorrow isn't promised.

You can NEVER be like someone else! Just be yourself and you will find that you'll be much happier that way and accomplish more as well.

Loneliness sometimes gives me a quantity of creativeness - you're drinking another glass of wine and you're feeling even worse. Art doesn't work without pain; art also exists for compensating pain.

A migraine is the cockblock of writing.

If we can write or sing or create in some way, even when we are dealing with difficulties or pain, then it becomes something bigger than ourselves - and often beautiful.

And on the days I couldn't breathe, I learned to paint air.

I write to forget the days that broke me into a million nights.

Everything you experience is a blessing and pushes you toward realizing your true self.

The real world reveals itself like surprise gifts on our doorstep, special moments that seem above and beyond the reality of others. These times are full, beautiful and meaningful beyond words, even when wrapped in pain.

There are times that the emotions we keep in our hearts, no matter how abundant, are better left unexpressed.

It is not against reason, said the Englishman, to prefer the destruction of the world to a scratch on your finger – how much easier to understand the same price for the gash in your soul.

The thought of writing was always pleasant, but the process was painful

Nothing is fair in this world. You might as well get that straight right now

Our stresses, anxieties, pains, and problems arise because we do not see the world, others, or even ourselves as worthy of love. (9)

Silent is the ruined land.
Man is brutal
and the rain does not wash away
the pain
or rid the distant memory.
It makes it glisten.

She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.

When the guy kissed her, Cassidy felt a stab of pain that was close to physical, and therefore within the penumbra of hurts he told himself he could bear.

Sometimes words were like glass that broke in her mouth.

Amidst the chaos of the cities, a part of you always yearns for the silence of the woods.