Best 89 quotes in «painful memories quotes» category

As he mused on the possibilities he became aware of the odor of cigarette smoke. And the sound of muted sobs... As she tried to stifle her anguish, what came out of her was utterly mournful, the saddest thing Luke had ever heard. He wanted to scramble out of the tree house, climb back into his room, and shut the window. But he was afraid to move. She would hear him. So he just sat there, hearing the agony of thousands of failed days bleed out of Nell. He put his hands over his ears and closed his eyes. he didn't want to hear her sobbing, didn't want to acknowledge she felt pain - nor that he knew she'd lived through more pain than anyone else he'd ever known. That maybe she had sent Norah and Kieran away because she knew Eleanor's home had to be happier than hers. He didn't want to acknowledge that. He wouldn't be able to hate her then.

Anyone can live for themself , but life's worth better living for others.

Bad days my memory functions no better than an out-of-focus kaleidoscope, but other days me recall is painfully perfect.

As she slid into her fifties, with grace I might add, she learned the art of hatred, pulling on the pain from a broken heart. She kept this pain alive, growing on the outskirts of her soul, like a copse of trees that constantly needed pruning.

Don't even listen to No body including your friends who tells you to Move On in life. They often will have destroyed your Motivation causing an unexpected anxiety, and a severe brain stress until you give up. No matter how dead serious they are in order for you to understand them, reject their Anti-statement with the Power of your Assertion. They will foolishly halter your situation you had been encountering over the past year, when it all started from the beginning. Therefore, you MUST KEEP MOVING FORWARD. DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE. That is the way of succeeding in life in order to prove to everyone you've overcome the Obstacles and your Anxiety.

Closure is when raw memory blurs to become the folklore of life.

But why would anyone on a joyous occasion rake over past unpleasantness and dwell on painful events horrible to experience and repellent to recall? Silence is mightier than words. It clothes the wreckage that befalls us in the deep folds of forgetfulness unless someone stirs up the painful memories for the sole purpose of edifying us by example and, as with illnesses, of helping us avoid the causes that led us to them.

Do not be discouraged by the disappointments you meet. Don't ever loose hope because, you missed opportunities. Disappointment and missing opportunities are all essential components of life. They give us the reasons to reason and they teach us the best lessons in life. They give a clear distinction between the wonder and the wander. When you meet disappointments, ponder! you may be on the great bath to that great appointment.Instead of being disappointed by disappointments, find the 'this appointment' disappointments show you. Instead of crying over missing and missed opportunities, let missing and missed opportunities miss you

Don't let the pain from yesterday ruin the new day that's ahead of you.

Don't even listen to No body including your friends who tells you to Move On in life. They often will have destroyed your Motivation causing an unexpected anxiety, and a severe brain stress until you give up. No matter how dead serious they are in order for you to understand them, reject their Anti-statement with the Power of your Assertion. They will foolishly halter your situation you had been encountering over the past year, when it all started from the beginning. Therefore, you MUST KEEP MOVING FORWARD. DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE. Train yourself to get strong so you can outsmart and surpass the famous people who came before you. That is the way of succeeding in life in order to prove to everyone you've overcome the Obstacles and your Anxiety. Keep moving forward always surpasses moving on.

I did not intend to cry out, but as you will see these small actions, associated in most people's minds with the ease and happiness of life, are to me still like knives in my heart to think of.

Every night, I laid awake with your memories flooding through my eyes with the hope to be with you when sleep arrived.

Endure the pain, overcome the hurt.

Forging fake smiles to hide painful truths doesn't take away the hurt, but sometimes safeguards our emotions from those adamant not to understand.

Go! Yes, You! Go! I will not force you to like me; I will not force you to love me. Unconditional love has a condition inside it but there is no you in me. If I know my real me, then I know your real you. I know your value in me and I also know my value in you. If your value is not in me and my value is not in you, then I will not force you to like me; I will not force you to love me, so go!

I’m back there again, broken from being a champion, The boy that no one loved, The years I spent training like a method actor to Become the man that everyone admired, But it means nothing, Like ashes on a forehead, they marked me inferior, When I was still young enough to receive it into the grain of my being

How odd that we spend so much time treating the darkness, and so little time seeking the light. The ego loves to glorify itself by self-analysis, yet we do not get rid of darkness by hitting it with a baseball bat. We only get rid of darkness by turning on the light.

I hoped that moment in time would never end, but as time goes, it unfortunately did

I knew that the pain I felt now was here to stay. In many forms. Through many nights.

I loved it, ... when I could turn your soul, master your thoughts, paint your heart in the colors of my dreams and make you forget about your sorrow... (Excerpted from My confession, chapter Pain)

I must have been a poet, that might justify the high sensibility drifted apart. But then, I ask myself: “What is a poet without his voice of happiness?” “What is a poet when his sensibility is found in nothing but fatal solitude and deep melancholy?!” My beliefs pour into unfounded questions of my soul's floated songs. (Excerpted from Tears of pain, chapter Pain)

I must stop remembering... The more I remember, the greater my agony. These thoughts stuttered in my mind... I must be more watchful, I told myself. I must shut them out. I couldn't always keep this up.

I must stop remembering. I must keep them in a faraway place. The more I remember, the greater my agony. These thoughts stuttered in my mind. So I stopped talking about them, I wouldn't mouth my boys' names, I shoved away stories of them. Let them, let our life, become as unreal as that wave.

I’m walking out in the rain again Pains the same as it’s always been Lungs full of smoke from my cigarette And my heart breaks with every step, But only a little bit Walking away from myself, not getting far Wondering if it’s you I see in each passing car

Hold fast to your faith. Keep your hope in the Lord. Embrace the love of God.

In 2017, after the Hollywood producer, Harvey Weinstein's sexual assault scandal went viral, the #MeToo movement grew like wildfire. It triggered my trauma. Flashbacks of horrific injustice. Old memories resurfaced.

I stand still inhaling the beauty of our memories, Flashbacks of our togetherness burn my flesh and I breathe love through every single skin pore. (Excerpted from The room, chapter Pain)

Is your life story the truth? Yes, the chronological events are true. Is it the whole truth? No, you see and judge it through your conditioned eyes and mind - not of all involved - nor do you see the entire overview. Is it nothing but the truth? No, you select, share, delete, distort, subtract, assume and add what you want, need and choose to.

It doesn't take two minutes on an examining table for a girl to know that abortion is painful and destructive and it'll have far-reaching effects on her life. Besides the emotional trauma of going through something so violent, there are the physical aspects, the aftereffects. Unfortunately, by the time she's gone that far, it's too late to change her mind.

It’s not the intensity of pain, but the level of stupidness that makes you do things you regret.

It's okay to not be okay - it means that your mind is trying to heal itself.

I will kill myself soon. But until then how do l tame my pain?

Love cannot pain, desire can.

Love is the greatest gift; we can give to one another.

May grace abound to you; you overcome any challenging situation.

May you comfort and healing.

Occasionally, I would visit the graveyard in my heart, knowing that some people that were buried there are still alive. I could not help wondering: How many people buried me, too, in the graveyard of their hearts? (Danny Castillones Sillada, Those Sweet and Painful Memories, Inusara Journal)

It's amazing how much power a smile holds. It's contagious and brightens people's day. It's also the most powerful camouflage. For that person who seems to have it all together is merely masking the pain of drowning tears. Don't be so quick to assume.

Never abandon your dreams due to encounter with a hurdle. Seek grace to overcome the hurdle.

Never love a woman so much that she has the power to destroy you when she slips between your fingers like sand through an hourglass, leaving you behind to face the cruel monster called Time all alone.

Pain and love cannot be in the same space. You can never love anyone in pain. You cannot truly love yourself in pain. The more pain you carry in your heart, the harder it becomes to love anyone including yourself.

Pain is so quick to gain pain is easy to blame. Pain can get so fast To regain Pain will Change The Heart of Shame Pain is not Forgettable.

Pain results from a judgement you have made about a thing. Remove the judgement and the pain disappears.

People who suffer the most often inflict the most pain onto others. Compassion can be found through understanding this. When someone is internally suffering, sometimes the only reality they know is that of pain and thus their only knowledge is how to be a victim or an abuser. That’s all they are able to communicate. Holding onto the thorn of resentment does not help them or you, but fostering compassion and forgiveness will.

It's funny the things that go through your mind when you're getting the shit kicked out of you. As Bruce Willis' fist came crashing into my face, I thought about that old Shakespeare quote Father Bernard used to throw around back at Holy Name. Something about you only play with a lion when he's a frisky young cub, not when he's an old one, dying. Bruce knew when he agreed to work with me that his career was just about over. He was a lion, once, but now he was just an old one, dying. And I was the only guy around to blame. And man did his fist make that point. Repeatedly.

My hope is that tomorrow will be fine, but, if tomorrow doesn't go well, I shall still hope to be fine tomorrow!

Nostalgia can be more painful than a surgeon's knife.

One realizes the immortality of true love only after the lover dies

Pain is pain. You have a right to feel it.

People maybe smiling but look to the eyes because they can’t hide the sorrow, pain, and heartache they're trying to hide behind their smile.