Isak Dinesen Quotes

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.

To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.

This is a sharp medicine, but it is a physician for all diseases and miseries.

I've found out why people laugh. They laugh because it hurts so much . . . because it's the only thing that'll make it stop hurting.

Salt water is cleansing, be it sweat, the ocean, or tears.

Sometimes I think that if it were possible to tell a story often enough to make the hurt ease up, to make the words slide down my arms and away from me like water, I would tell that story a thousand times.

On the other side of pain, there is still love.

All great spirituality is about what we do with our pain.

Maybe her own tears were the poison that made her grow.

In grief, words are a poor consolation - silence and agonizing tears are all that is left the sufferer.

A crushing hurt comes to our heart and the sympathizing, scarred hand of Christ presses the wound; and just for a moment,the pain seems to intensify,...bu t finally the bleeding stops.

Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.

Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.

Through love, all pain will turn to medicine.

'Tis a sharp medicine, but it will cure all that ails you.

The pain is what you make of it. You have to find something in it that yields. I understood my guiding imperative as: keep bleeding, but find some love in the blood.

Comedy is often about pain.

Let go," he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. "No, not of me," he said, smiling. "You can hold on to me as long as you want. Let go of the pain, Sookie. Let go. You need to drift away." It was the first time I had relinquished my will to someone else. As I looked at him, it became easy, and I retreated from the suffering and uncertainty of this strange place.

Love is the cure, for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.

it is not tears but determination that makes pain bearable.

For some, healing is too much to bear, and they hand it back, exchanging it for the fear they are accustomed to.

Monsters,' her dad said, a tear tracing his cheek. 'I live in a world of monsters.

Enough of blood and tears. Enough!