#painful

The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday. ↗

— Theodor Adorno

#continuing #disappointed #finding #man #out

Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance. ↗

— Robert Blair

#how #joys #painful #remembrance #return

Suffering by nature or chance never seems so painful as suffering inflicted on us by the arbitrary will of another. ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#arbitrary #chance #inflicted #nature #never

I retired because I had a knee injury, my cartilage was wearing out, it was painful and I couldn't put in the four hours of practice each day that I needed to. ↗

— Guy Forget

#day #each #four #had #hours

Those who have the strength and the love to sit with a dying patient in the silence that goes beyond words will know that this moment is neither frightening nor painful, but a peaceful cessation of the functioning of the body. ↗

— Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

#beyond #body #cessation #dying #frightening

I don't know of any other creature on earth other than man that will sit in a corner and cry because of some painful experience in the past. ↗

— Pat Morita

#because #corner #creature #cry #earth

Breaking with old friends is one of the most painful of the changes in all that piling up of a multitude of small distasteful changes that constitutes growing older. ↗

— John Dos Passos

#changes #constitutes #distasteful #friends #growing

If I had not passed through trial - through passion, one could say - through these years so painful and so rich, I don't believe I could take on my life and my career as I do today. ↗

— Isabelle Adjani

#career #could #had #i #i do

In the end, it’s not the changes that will break your heart; it’s that tug of familiarity. ↗

— Jennifer E. Smith

#painful #truth #change

..."Are you okay?" he says, still looking at me, and I feel my smile slip, fade, and the silence that falls over us then is so total I can’t hear anything, not the rush-hiss of my heart pounding in my chest, not the sounds all around us; insects, wind, and the distant clatter of others’ lives in houses built close but not too close because when we look out our windows we all like to pretend that everything we see is ours. But Ryan is not mine. ↗

— Elizabeth Scott

#crying #love #omg #painful #beauty