Alice Walker Quotes

We are all broken by something. We have all hurt someone and have been hurt. We all share the condition of brokenness even if our brokenness is not equivalent.

We are all human beings, immigrant or non-immigrant. We all feel fear. We all love and become confused when we don't act as well as we would like to. We all get depressed and have feelings of uselessness. All of these things are true and have always been true.

She's lonely and wounded and very vulnerable and it really is a story about people at the heart of it all.

Are you hurting anywhere else?" I asked, feeling so emotionally raw after the long night we'd had. He caught my wrist and pulled my hand down to press flat over his heart. "Here." "So am I." He kissed my fingertips, then linked our hands and led me.

How strange that we should ordinarily feel compelled to hide our wounds when we are all wounded.

We can all of us be hurt, and no one is exclusively safe from worry and sadness.

If you think for one second no one knows what you've been going through; be accepting of the fact that you are wrong, that the long drawn and heavy breaths of despair have at times been felt by everyone - that pain is part of the human condition and that alone makes you a legion.

Nothing happens to you that has not happened to someone else.

I hate that she's hurt. I hate that she's been hurt, by me and by others, throughout the entire arc of her life. I barely remember pain, but when I see it in her I feel it in myself, in disproportionate measure. it creeps into my eyes, stinging, burning.

She wept for the hurt that he owned, a hurt she could never hope to remove.

Maybe if everyone walked around being in touch with each other's hidden pain it could work out and even be beautiful, but it doesn't feel safe to be the only compassionate person on the planet.

Sometimes living is not so light and easy and you need a representation of life in front of you. It's a fake reorganization of reality. You start to feel, "I'm not so alone in the world because I can recognize exactly the same feelings."

The most intimate feeling people can share is neither love nor hate, but pain.

Pain is pain. It needs no description.

When you're struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it's just as hard as what you're going through.

Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled but halved. No man is an island

The surgery of life hurts. It helps me, though, to know that the surgeon himself, the Wounded Surgeon, has felt every stab of pain and every sorrow.

Discomfort of any kind becomes the basis for practice. We breathe in knowing our pain is shared.

Commonality doesn't inoculate against hurt.

It easeth some, though none it ever cured, to think their dolour others have endured.

It's as if they have thinner boundaries separating them from other people's emotions and from the tragedies and cruelties of the world.

In a contagious world,we learn to keep our distance. If we get too close to those who are suffering, we might get infected by their pain. It may not be convenient or comfortable. But only when you get close enough to catch their hurt will they be close enough to catch your love.

Suffering is easier to endure when shared.

To each his suff'rings: all are men, / Condemn'd alike to groan, / The tender for another's pain; / Th' unfeeling for his own.

At the core of every person or belief, there's a pain and a thorn. There's always something, whether it's a physical thing, a health thing, or an I wish I had someone or something in my life thing. We all know some level of pain, so I like to see the ugliness of characters. It's a side that we show, only when we strip down in the bathroom mirror.