Pain Quotes - Page 8

I learnt my best lessons from some of the worst people & I look back now and think thank fuck I let you go, I deserved to grow.

I feel like we have to deal with things, so we realize change! Change comes after pain and pain comes after truth.
Truth is hurtful.

Only knowledge can turn life's unbearableness into a weapon.

The creed which accepts as the foundation of morals, Utility, or the Greatest-Happiness Principle, holds that actions are right in proportion as they tend to promote happiness, wrong as they tend to produce the reverse of happiness. By happiness is intended pleasure, and the absence of pain; by unhappiness, pain, and the privation of pleasure.

Laughter is the antidote to existential pain

In order to rise from its own ashes, a Phoenix first must burn.

Wisdom comes through suffering.
Trouble, with its memories of pain,
Drips in our hearts as we try to sleep,
So men against their will
Learn to practice moderation.
Favours come to us from gods.

Suffering teaches joy.

All pain is the same.

We all have scars, Mia; they are supposed to make you stronger, not paralyze you.” ~Cole

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear
That which disfigures it.

I see at last that all the knowledge

I wrung from the darkness - that the darkness flung me -
Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing,
The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness
And we call it wisdom. It is pain.

I find pain, rather beautiful.
It has a chaotic way of shaking up
Everything we once ignored,
To empower us to move past
Anything that doesn't serve the best of us anymore.

Let it be a small gain or big gain never do lesser than one's ability, let it be a pain or a pleasure never accept more than one's share.

Irene Finney, like many very elderly people, knew that the world was indeed flat. It had a beginning and an end. And she had come to the edge.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity.

We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That's the deal.

The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.