Yukio Mishima Quotes

He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.

There's beauty in pain, and everyone experiences it - and it's a lesson.

Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it.

It's sexy and beautiful to be strong.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.

Of course fear does not automatically lead to courage. Injury does not necessarily lead to insight. Hardship will not automatically make us better. Pain can break us or make us wiser. Suffering can destroy us or make us stronger. Fear can cripple us, or it can make us more courageous. It is resilience that makes the difference.

Suffering makes us capable of the full force of the Master of Delight; it makes us capable also to bear the utter play of the Master of Power. Pain is the key that opens the gates of strength; it is the high-road that leads to the city of beatitude.

Love as a power can go anywhere. It isn't sentimental. It doesn't have to be pretty, yet it doesn't deny pain.

There are those who suffer and grow strong; there are those who suffer and grow weak. This mystery of pain is still for me the saddest of earth's disabilities.

Bear patiently, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.

No matter how hard it rains, withstand the pain.

Quitting is unthinkable and pain is just weakness leaving the body

Nobody can protect anybody else from vileness. Or from pain. All you can do is not let it break you in half and keep on going until you get to the other side.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.

The first two months were painful and they really tested my manhood because there were times I didn’t want to get up because I was in pain. That willpower has to kick in.

Who can attain to anything great if he does not feel in himself the force and will to inflict great pain? The ability to suffer is a small matter: in that line, weak women and even slaves often attain masterliness. But not to perish from internal distress and doubt when one inflicts great suffering and hears the cry of it that is great, that belongs to greatness.

Courage! Suffering, when it climbs highest, lasts not long.

I can bear scorpion's stings, tread fields of fire, in frozen gulfs of cold eternal lie, be tossed aloft through tracts of endless void, but cannot live in shame.

When I knew I couldn't suffer another moment of pain, and tears fell on my bloody bindings, my mother spoke softly into my ear, encouraging me to go one more hour, one more day, one more week, reminding me of the rewards I would have if I carried on a little longer. In this way, she taught me how to endure — not just the physical trials of footbinding and childbearing but the more torturous pain of the heart, mind, and soul.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

The demon that you can swallow gives you it’s power, and the greater life’s pain, the greater life’s reply.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.

Who can attain to anything great if he does not feel in himself the force and will to inflict great pain?