Francesca Lia Block Quotes

Pain is not the same as suffering. Left to itself, the body discharges pain spontaneously, letting go of it the moment that the underlying cause is healed. Suffering is pain that we hold on to. It comes from the mind’s mysterious instinct to believe that pain is good, or that it cannot be escaped, or that the person deserves it.

Pain is to be endured. It ends or it does not.

I've lived too long with pain. I won't know who I am without it

There's no way that I know of to avoid pain absolutely, but suffering is the interpretation we choose to place on the pain we encounter.

When pain is unbearable it destroys us; when it does not it is bearable.

How is it possible to exist with so much pain?

You believe you could not live with the pain. Such pain is not lived with. It is only endured. I am sorry.

The suffering itself is not so bad; it's the resentment against suffering that is the real pain.

Pain in all its forms is also a message, a kind of distress signal to our hearts and minds. There are times when it's really important to tune into that message and just listen to it.

Human suffering, while it is asleep, is shapeless. If it is wakened it takes the form of the waker.

Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.

All pain is the same.

we do not die of anguish, we live on. We continue to suffer. We drink the cup drop by drop.

The pain is unrelenting; one does not abandon, even briefly, one's bed of nails, but is attached to it wherever one goes.

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

Pain is inevitable. Misery is optional

Pain is an event ... Suffering, on the other hand, is the nightmare reliving of unscrutinized and unmetabolized pain.

Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.

Sometimes I don't know what to say; the pain never stops. The cloud never goes away, the rain never drops

I told myself – as I’ve told myself before – that the body shuts down when the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didn’t slip away. I was left on the shore with the waves washing over me, unable to drown.

Pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly.

Pain is something that's common to human life. When we ignore it, we aren't engaging in the whole reality, and the pain begins to fester.

That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.

Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.