#pain

[T]he merciful adjustment which nature makes when what cannot be cured must be endured. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#life-and-living #pain #problems #scarlett-o-hara #life

Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom. ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#life #pain #life

Have we become so defensive that we cannot even tolerate a kind act? ↗

— Kyra Gregory

#angst #defensive #defensiveness #frustration #pain

This time, there was no escape, I could not turn away, could not leave without accepting what I had done. There was only one way to the other side, and that was through the pain. ↗

— Vanessa Diffenbaugh

#life #pain #philosophy #life

One moment of true happiness was worth all the moments of pain. (Jessica) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#happiness #life #love #moments #pain

People don't know. We don't know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the depth of pain we feel for the lovers who've left us is because we knew them so well. ↗

— Emma Forrest

#life #love #pain #relationships #life

Now that he's gone, I feel like I'm a senior citizen who gave away her life savings over the phone. And this is the crux: I never in my life believed in someone as much as I believed in him. The shame is overwhelming. ↗

— Emma Forrest

#love-loss #pain #life

Seek for no meaning in it; it has none. What meaning is there in pain and pleasure? They are twins; that is all we know. Seek no meaning in anything you see here. Images, ideas, flashes of purpose will peer out in all our ways and deeds, but there is no intention here below. Is there any intention anywhere? ↗

— John Davidson

#pain #pleasure #life

I am trying like Klee, to create something that will have a life of its own, that can put me in real danger, a danger which I willingly take on myself. ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#guns #klee #painting #life

I paint the way some people write their autobiography. The paintings, finished or not, are the pages of my journal, and as such they are valid. The future will choose the pages it prefers. It's not up to me to make the choice. I have the impression that the time is speading on past me more and more rapidly. I'm like a river that rolls on, dragging with it the trees that grow too close to its banks or dead calves one might have thrown into it or any kind of microbes that develop in it. I carry all that along with me and go on. It's the movement of painting that interests me, the dramatic movement from one effort to the next, even if those efforts are perhaps not pushed to their ultimate end. In some of my paintings I can say with certainty that the effort has been brought to its full weight and its conclusion, because there I have been able to stop the flow of time around me. I have less and less time, and yet I have more and more to say, and what I have to say is,increasingly, something about what goes on in the movement of my thought. I've reached the moment, you see, when the movement of my thought interests me more than the thought itself. ↗

— Françoise Gilot

#painting #picasso #life