Pain

"I believe that all people allow the act of victimization to take lead in their lives without realizing or trying to stop it. You hear of another person's problems, automatically feel the need to salve their pain, so you make it your own. After a while, it no longer matters if the problem was yours to begin with. You absorb their pain into your body, your blood stream, your soul. It becomes yours." "أعتقد أن جميع الناس يسمحون لفعل الضحية بأن يتصدر حياتهم دون أن يدركوا ذلك أو يحاولوا إيقافه. تسمع عن مشاكل شخص آخر، فتشعر تلقائياً بالحاجة إلى تضميد ألمه، فتجعله ألمك الخاص. وبعد فترة، لم يعد يهم إن كانت المشكلة تخصك في الأصل. تمتص ألمهم في جسدك، في دمك، في روحك. فيصبح ملكاً لك."

"Emotional pain was the price I paid on the path to becoming a woman. So excuse me if I’m not clueless like a little girl." "لقد كان الألم العاطفي الثمن الذي دفعته على درب تحولي إلى امرأة. فاعذرني إن لم أكن جاهلة كطفلة صغيرة."

"I am always hearing. . . the sound of a far off song. I do not exactly know where it is, or what it means; and I don't hear much of it, only the odour of its music, as it were, flitting across the great billows of the ocean outside this air in which I make such a storm; but what I do hear, is quite enough to make me able to bear the cry from the drowning ship. So it would you if you could hear it.''No it wouldn't,' returned Diamond stoutly. 'For they wouldn't hear the music of the far-away song; and if they did, it wouldn't do them any good. You see you and I are not going to be drowned, and so we might enjoy it.''But you have never heard the psalm, and you don't know what it is like. Somehow, I can't say how, it tells me that all is right; that it is coming to swallow up all the cries. . . . It wouldn't be the song it seems if it did not swallow up all their fear and pain too, and set them singing it themselves with all the rest." "أسمع دائمًا... صوت أغنية بعيدة. لا أعرف بالضبط أين هي، أو ماذا تعني؛ ولا أسمع منها الكثير، فقط عبير موسيقاها، كأنها ترفرف عبر أمواج المحيط العظيمة خارج هذا الهواء الذي أثير فيه مثل هذه العاصفة؛ لكن ما أسمعه، يكفي تمامًا لأتمكن من تحمل صرخة السفينة الغارقة. وهكذا سيكون حالك لو استطعت سماعها. "لا، لن يكون كذلك،" أجاب دايموند بقوة. "لأنهم لن يسمعوا موسيقى الأغنية البعيدة؛ وحتى لو سمعوها، فلن تفيدهم بشيء. أنت ترى أنني وأنت لن نغرق، ولذلك قد نستمتع بها." "لكنك لم تسمع المزمور قط، ولا تعرف كيف هو. بطريقة ما، لا أستطيع أن أقول كيف، يخبرني أن كل شيء على ما يرام؛ وأنه قادم ليبتلع كل الصرخات... لن تكون الأغنية كما تبدو لو لم تبتلع كل خوفهم وألمهم أيضًا، وتجعلهم يغنونها بأنفسهم مع البقية."

"There is no substantive difference between being stabbed to death in the living beating heart with a physical knife and feeling the plunging stabbing pain of betrayal." "ليس هناك فرق جوهري بين أن تُطعن حتى الموت في قلبك الحي النابض بسكين مادية، وبين أن تشعر بألم الخيانة الغائر الطاعن."

"What is it that makes you cry? It is only your attachments. What is it that you miss when it is lost? It is the object of your attachment. Ponder over this. Find out what it is that grips your very life, without which you feel miserable and destitute; that is the center of your attachment. Here is what you should do: make an effort to find out what things it would hurt you to lose. Then, before they are lost, open your hands little by little, relax your grip on them. This is the method for conquering attachment. There is bound to be pain, but you must bear it; this is your penance. It is not necessary to renounce anything. It is not that you should leave your wife and run away to the Himalayas. Remain there, where you are, but gradually stop depending on her. There is no need to cause any pain; your wife need not even know it. There is no need to tell her. Seek out the attachments. Try gradually to live without the things that you now think you cannot live without. Create such a state within yourself that if and when these things are lost, there is not the slightest tremor within you. Then you will have attained victory over these attachments. This can be possible. It has been possible. And if it has happened to even one, it can happen to all." "ما الذي يبكيك؟ ليس سوى تعلّقاتك. ما الذي تفتقده حين يضيع؟ إنه موضوع تعلّقك. تأمّل هذا. اكتشف ما الذي يمسك بزمام حياتك، وبدونه تغدو بائسًا ومعدمًا؛ ذاك هو لبّ تعلّقك. إليك السبيل: اسعَ لاكتشاف ما يؤلمك فقده. ثم، قبل أن تفقدها، ابسط يديك رويدًا رويدًا، وأرخِ قبضتك عنها. هذه هي طريقة قهر التعلّق. لا مفرّ من الألم، لكن عليك أن تحتمله؛ هذه هي كفّارتك. لا يلزمك التخلّي عن شيء. ليس الأمر أن تترك زوجتك وتهرب إلى جبال الهيمالايا. ابقَ في مكانك، لكن كفّ تدريجيًا عن الاتكال عليها. لا حاجة لإحداث أي أذى؛ لا يلزم زوجتك حتى أن تعلم بذلك. لا حاجة لإخبارها. تتبّع تعلّقاتك. حاول شيئًا فشيئًا أن تحيا دون ما تظن الآن أنك لا تستطيع الحياة بدونه. أوجد في نفسك حالةً بحيث إذا فُقدت هذه الأشياء، لا يعتريك أدنى اهتزاز. عندئذٍ تكون قد أحرزت النصر على هذه التعلّقات. هذا أمرٌ ممكن. وقد كان ممكنًا. وإن حدث لواحد، فبإمكانه أن يحدث للجميع."

"This helping-people business was an attractive idea, I'll admit, because up to now I'd not done much more than be, and when I wasn't just being, I'd caused some pain, too." "فكرة مساعدة الناس هذه كانت جذابة، أعترف بذلك، لأني حتى تلك اللحظة لم أفعل الكثير سوى الوجود، وحين لم أكن مجرد موجود، تسببت ببعض الألم أيضًا."

"Pain and anger have to go somewhere. If we keep stuffing them down instead of processing them, we’ll end up either turning them inward, which isn’t good, or outward, which is no better." "الألم والغضب لا بد لهما من مخرج. فإن استمرأنا كبتهما بدل معالجتهما، انتهى بنا المطاف إما إلى توجيههما نحو ذواتنا، وهذا ليس بحسن، أو نحو الخارج، وهذا ليس بأفضل."

"Old Age- You can tell when you're getting old when you stop taking drugs for fun and start taking them to keep you alive.-character Jackson Rockenberger (Broken)" "الشيخوخة: تعرف أنك بدأت تتقدم في العمر حين تتوقف عن تعاطي الأدوية للمتعة، وتبدأ في تعاطيها لتبقى على قيد الحياة. -شخصية جاكسون روكنبرغر (بروكن)"

"Krissa, tough Lady Krissa, who had stood by impassively while Areau vomited out ten years of bitter addiction, wiped her eyes and offered Areau Mrs. Wrinkle’s pie in comfort, and it suddenly occurred to Areau in the strangest, most dreamlike of ways, that his pain was not the only pain on the planet." "كريسا، السيدة كريسا القوية، التي وقفت غير مبالية بينما تقيأ أريو عشر سنوات من الإدمان المرير، مسحت عينيها وقدمت لأريو فطيرة السيدة رينكل مواساةً، وفجأة، وبأغرب الطرق وأشبهها بالحلم، أدرك أريو أن ألمه لم يكن الألم الوحيد على هذا الكوكب."

"Her screams are heard across generations who dared not scream and died without joy,in silence and isolation." "تتردد صرخاتها عبر أجيال لم تجرؤ على الصراخ، فماتت بلا بهجة، في صمت وعزلة."

"A spiritual hell I lived in … hating the God of love and knowing the god I served … hated me!" "جحيم روحي عشته... كارهًا إله المحبة، وعارفًا أن الإله الذي خدمته... يكرهني!"

"I spent the rest of that day and most of the night thinking about all the hundreds of people I had met in rehabs and sober living houses and on the streets. We were all medicating our fears and our pain!"

"And so, wish becomes pang; the crave, an ache; pleasure, pain. Losing all its pleasure, anticipation cuts the opposite direction and becomes merely a constant, painful reminder of what they’ve lost, forever."

"An imagined pleasure is never really the pleasure, but an imagined pain, in a very real sense, is the pain, because so much of pain is the consciousness of it. It makes itself objective. Whereas to think about pleasure is to step outside of it; to think about a presently felt pain is to step inside it. And in a very real sense, we’ve already got them in Hell."

"If we must tempt to Pleasure, how do we tempt to the least amount of Pleasure? Or better yet, tempt them to its opposite? But how to tempt them to pain."

"Let me go!” she growls. “No.” “Let me fucking go, Colton.” Her voice is tiny, scared, vulnerable, and vehement. “You let go.” “Why?” A hitch in her voice. “Because holding on to it is killing you."

"Guils is the greatest weapon vecause its cuts rarely heal and it aims for the heart"

"I hate my left hand. I hate to look at it. I hate it when it stutters and trembles and reminds me that my identity is gone. But I look at it anyway; because it also reminds me that I'm going to find the boy who took everything away from me. I'm going to kill the boy who killed me, and when I kill him, I'm going to do it with my left hand."

"The fire of my tribulations had not simply been pain to be endured. It had been an agent of transformation. After all that I'd been through, I'd changed. Not for the worse, I was pretty sure--at least not yet. But only a moron or a freaking lunatic could have faced the things I had and remained unfazed by them."

"Manipulating or controlling others through the use of one's illness or suffering,for example,was-and remains-extremely effective for people who find they cannot be direct in their interactions,Who argues with someone who is in pain? And if pain is the only power a person has,health is not an attractive replacement. It was apparent to me that becoming healthy represented more than just getting over an illness. Health represented a complex progression into a state of personal empowerment in which one had to move from a condition of vulnerability to one of invincibility,from victim to victor,from silent bystander to aggressive defender of personal boundaries. Completing this race to the finish was a yeoman's task if ever there was one. Indeed,in opening the psyche and soul to the healing process,we had expanded the journey of wellness into one of personal transformation."-"