Karyn Kusama Quotes

I was extremely timid and to be made to feel that I was not wanted, although in a place where I had every right to be, even months afterwards caused me sometimes weeks of pain. Every time any one of these disagreeable incidents came into my mind, my heart sank, and I was anew tortured by the thought of what I had endured, almost as much as the incident itself.

Pain is not the same as suffering. Left to itself, the body discharges pain spontaneously, letting go of it the moment that the underlying cause is healed. Suffering is pain that we hold on to. It comes from the mind’s mysterious instinct to believe that pain is good, or that it cannot be escaped, or that the person deserves it.

Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.

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.

There's no way that I know of to avoid pain absolutely, but suffering is the interpretation we choose to place on the pain we encounter.

Pain is inevitable. Misery is optional

Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.

When pain is unbearable it destroys us; when it does not it is bearable.

I told myself – as I’ve told myself before – that the body shuts down when the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didn’t slip away. I was left on the shore with the waves washing over me, unable to drown.

Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

How is it possible to exist with so much pain?

They discovered that even in the face of pain that seems unbearable, even in the face of pain that wrings the last drop of blood out of your heart and leaves its scrimshaw tracery on the inside of your skull, life goes on. And pain grows dull, and begins to fade

Pain is inevitable as long as you are identified with your mind.

You believe you could not live with the pain. Such pain is not lived with. It is only endured. I am sorry.

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.

I deal daily with chronic pain and, at times, my pain feels like a lemon that God "squeezes," revealing my sour attitude, peevish spirit, and tendency to complain or grumble. Did not God use my pain to expose my sin, I might - like many of us - not be aware of the sin of which I'm capable.

Pain didn't ever really stop, he thought; it just changed forms.

The pain is unrelenting; one does not abandon, even briefly, one's bed of nails, but is attached to it wherever one goes.

Even the most heartening of philosophical vistas is no match for, say, a toothache, if it happens to be your own.

Suffering is the pain of constraints. An atom of pure delight, no matter how small, can hold it at bay.

The mind grows sicker than the body in contemplation of it's suffering.

Pain is an event ... Suffering, on the other hand, is the nightmare reliving of unscrutinized and unmetabolized pain.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

Pain is a message, and you can choose to ignore that message.