Rajneesh Quotes

She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time.

Keep in mind, hurting people often hurt other people as a result of their own pain. If somebody is rude and inconsiderate, you can almost be certain that they have some unresolved issues inside. They have some major problems, anger, resentment, or some heartache they are trying to cope with or overcome.

You have so much pain inside yourself that you try & hurt yourself on the outside because you want help.

Even then, it hurt. The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt. It always felt like I was waking up from the pain when something in the world outside of me suddenly required my comment or attention.

Don't tell me that [broken heartstrings] hurt less than a broken bone, that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there's no way for it to metastasize - it does.

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.

Mean people are really just sad people. They hurt others because they are hurting. Every person is born beautiful, and much of the ugliness in others was put inside of them by other hurting people.

Feel the wounded heart that's underneath the addiction, self-loathing, or anger.

I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.

I think that shame is a universal, paralyzing, painful emotion.

I didn't come from a background where I was hurt, but I felt hurt inside.

If you're yelling within you that they shouldn't yell at you, that is where the pain begins, not with their yelling at you.

There's not some finite amount of pain inside us. Our bodies and minds just keep manufacturing more of it.

A knife, it felt like a knife, and I'd discovered that despite everything that's happened, I still had an endless untapped potential for getting hurt.

...there are only some many times you can utter "It does not hurt" before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.

I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

This is an hour of history that troubles our minds and hurts our hearts.

The hatred you're carrying is a live coal in your heart - far more damaging to yourself than to them.

It's not what people do to you, but what they mean, that hurts.

He was touched in the cavity where his heart should have been, in that nest of addled eggs, where the birds of heaven would have lived if they had not been whistled away, by the fervour of this reproach.

She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.

I can hurt myself more than anyone else can, she told her sister. I can do it with my eyes closed.

Feeling someone else's anger is bad; being left alone is worse.