Milan Kundera Quotes

I bleed like nobody else.

Pain always produces logic, which is very bad for you.

Isn't the fear of pain next brother to pain itself?

Pain - physical, emotional and spiritual pain - is more than just a condition that needs to be silenced, numbed or "fixed." 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. When we don't listen, our understanding of the world gets more and more distorted, and we become capable of doing things we very often regret.

An agony. The exit like the entrance - but reserved. A palindrome: gut-tug.

When people are in severe pain, there's an expression, you're a "pain person," and what that means is that nothing else matters.

...occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.

Strictly speaking, there is but one real evil: I mean acute pain. All other complaints are so considerably diminished by time that it is plain the grief is owing to our passion, since the sensation of it vanishes when that is over.

Agonies are one of my changes of garments.

what is the worst pain? To me, it's always the pain that is present.

At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain." I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't get it. There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn't go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry-heaving.

Sorrow lies like a heartbeat behind everything I have written.

As reason is a rebel to faith, so passion is a rebel to reason.

I'm here instead of having shoulder surgery. But I'm not sure which is more painful.

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

Being ill like this combines shock - this time I will die - with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that wrench me out of myself.

There was no reality to pain when it left one, thought while it held one fast all other realities failed.

The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.

Men are rather reasoning than reasonable animals, for the most part governed by the impulse of passion.

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery.

I have shed many tears of pain and indignation.

Grief, for me, is a moment-to-moment experience.

Nobody knows the pain I've been through.

I'm from a city where the tears never end and the pain never stops.