Ray McKinnon Quotes

You awaken your True spirit by way of the broken heart: ragged, vulnerable, fierce and finally compassionate. Chris trod this rough way and shows honestly how it can be done.

without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.

To fashion an inner story of our pain carries us into the heart of it, which is where rebirth inevitably occurs.

You think you're being broken but you're really being broken open...and that's where the healing happens, in those broken places...if you'll allow it.

People change when they hurt enough that they have to change, learn enough that they want to change, receive enough that they are able to change.

I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace.

The pains that you suffer, the loneliness that you encounter, the experiences that are disappointing or distressing, the addictions and seeming pitfalls of your life are each doorways to awareness. Each offers you an opportunity to see beyond the illusion that serves as the balancing and growth of your soul.

From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.

I don't know where the idea originated that memoir writing is cathartic. For me, it's always felt like playing my own neurosurgeon, sans anesthesia.

Real pain hurts so bad. When you've gone through something and you've overcome it, you're able to heal other people.

Betrayal can be extremely painful, but it's up to you how much that pain damages you permanently.

With 'Guzaarish' I went through a catharsis.

It is tough: sometimes the pain that you feel makes you grow.

For me, 2016-17 was hell, and there's no way around it for me. I went through pain, depression, fear, doubt, and all of that was a journey that I was able to write through, and then I wrote when I was coming out of that dark place as well.

People know your tragedies and they treat you like you’re not human. Like you’re a three-headed goat. A monster from some other planet. They keep reminding you of your pain. You see how they look at me? They’re stuck on that person I used to be. They can’t see that old life as just a moment in time that I’ve moved on from. It was a horrible life.

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

If you desire to know where your spiritual work lies, look to your emotional pain.

The more our bodies fail us, the more naked and more demanding is the spirit, the more open and loving we can become if we are not afraid of what we are and of what we feel. I am not a phoenix yet, but here among the ashes, it may be that the pain is chiefly that of new wings trying to push through.

Inch by inch I conquered the inner terrain I was born with. Bit by bit I reclaimed the swamp in which I'd languished. I gave birth to my infinite being, but I had to wrench myself out of me with forceps.

The Martyr finds her way to self-knowledge through pain, suffering, and surrender.

Life is a labor pain; we are here to give birth to ourself.

We have to face the pain we have been running from. In fact, we need to learn to rest in it and let its searing power transform us.

It doesn't matter how greatly you've been hurt or how much you're hurting, it's what you do with the pain that counts. You could cry for years or you could choose to learn and grow from it.

The fire of my tribulations had not simply been pain to be endured. It had been an agent of transformation. After all that I'd been through, I'd changed. Not for the worse, I was pretty sure--at least not yet. But only a moron or a freaking lunatic could have faced the things I had and remained unfazed by them.

There are other kinds of emotional pain that emerge from our own mistaken thinking. As we surrender that pain, we are inviting into our thought system a guide who will lead us to different thoughts. It’s like the song “Amazing Grace”: I was blind and now I see.