Peter McWilliams Quotes

Of course it hurts", she grumbled, tipping my head further back. "Life sucks. Get over it

Let whatever is going to happen to me happen. I'm expecting the worst for myself and I'm resigned to it.

I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.

When the calamity we feared is already arrived, or when the expectation of it is so certain as to shut out hope, there seems to be a principle within us by which we look with misanthropic composure on the state to which we are reduced, and the heart sullenly contracts and accommodates itself to what it most abhorred.

It will hurt." said Petra. "But let's make the most of what we have, and not let future pain ruin present happiness.

Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.

I don't like it, but I guess things happen that way.

This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

I shake my head, but I can’t change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do.

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? He let them fall.

Some people are beyond help, just accept that.

Despair speaks evenly, in a quiet voice.

DEMON MATH What is JUST in a world you've ripped in two as if there could be a half for me a half for you what is FAIR when there is nothing left to share what is YOURS when your pain is mine to bear this sad math is mine this mad path is mine subtract they say don't cry back to the desk try forget addition multiply and i reply this is why remainders hate division.

He seemed, indeed, to accept everything without the least condemnation though often grieving bitterly.

In the face of pain there are no heroes.

When he sat alone in the darkness and cried and was done, all done with it, nothing had changed. His leg still hurt, it was still dark, he was still alone and the self-pity had accomplished nothing.

Once I wanted total happiness - now I will settle for a little less pain.

Aren't all these notes the senseless writings of a man who won't accept the fact that there is nothing we can do with suffering except to suffer it?

The Lesson You've Got to learn is the someday you'll someday stagger to, blinking in cold light, all tears shed, ready to poke your bovine head in the yoke they've shaped. Everyone learns this. Born, everyone breathes, pays tax, plants dead and hurts galore. There's grief enough for each. My mother learned by moving man to man, outlived them all. The parched earth's bare (once she leaves it) of any who watched the instants I trod it. Other than myself, of course. I've made a study of bearing and forbearance. Everyone does, it turns out, and note those faces passing by: Not one's a god.

It is what it is. I can't change what's happened to me.

I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try but I'm cursed, so never mind.

It was like something you have dreaded and feared and dodged for years until it seemed like all your life, then despite everything it happened to you and all it was was just pain, all it did was hurt and so it was all over, all finished, all right.

I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't.

...and there was nothing to do except to wait and to hurt.

That's what life is all about. There's a lot of crying. So you'd better cry now and get used to it.