Quotes about tears and pain
Human life is a series of ups and downs. The latter are often accompanied by pain, tears, and resentment. Everyone experiences negative emotions at some point in their lives. Dealing with them is difficult, but possible. It becomes easier when you begin to perceive what is happening as a certain stage of growth and development.
The beautiful quotes that we have collected for you in a unique selection on our website allow you to take a philosophical look at life with all its unpleasant surprises.
I want a heart of stone so that I don’t feel any resentment, pain, or disappointment.
I hate love... You delete his number from the phone book, but you remember it by heart, you want to forget these damned numbers, but there’s a pounding in your temples... Tears... Pain... Morning and again, all over again...
Sometimes good memories hurt more than bad ones.
There is no greater pain than the pain of a broken heart.
God said: “Fear the tears of a person offended by you, because he will ask me for help, and I will help.”
Be afraid of offending anyone, for a person does not forget his insults until he avenges them. Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
Restraining yourself when it’s offensive and not making a scene when it hurts is what an ideal woman is. Coco Chanel.
Some grievances do not go away and are not forgotten. You expect them to fade into the background over time, and this is partly what happens. The truth remains pain, because it just hurts. A story about us.
Pain is a fact. Suffering and resentment are already a choice.
If you're not crying out of happiness, then stop. Futurama.
Major Payne - Quotes
Major Payne is a 1995 American comedy film.
Now you will feel a slight squeeze. It was good with you. Just like assembling and disassembling a pistol. If the army decided that I needed a wife, they would have made one for me to special order. If you look at me like that again, I’ll rip your eyes out and you’ll carry it around in your pocket! Once upon a time there was a little engine who could. And then one day, in the depths of the jungle, he was riding behind enemy lines - sneeze-sneeze-sneeze-sneeze, sneeze-sneeze-sneeze-sneeze, tuuuu-tuuuu! The engine was given the order to deliver boxes with M-16 rifles and ammunition to the bridgehead, which was defended by the 263rd battalion. Needless to say, there was an overwhelming darkness of enemies all around. Do you think that stopped the Little Tank Engine that Smog? The hell with it! He rode and rode - sneeze-sneeze-sneeze-sneeze, sneeze-sneeze-sneeze-sneeze, tuuuu-tuuuu! Even when the enemies climbed into the cab and gouged out the driver’s eyes. That guy's blood is flowing mixed with snot. But do you think that stopped the Little Engine? Right! He drove on like this - sneeze-sneeze-sneeze-sneeze, sneeze-sneeze-sneeze-sneeze, tuuuu-tuuuu!
And everything would have been fine... Yes, the gooks laid two kilos of plastid under the bridge. And just when the Little Engine was crossing the river - BAAM!!! Explosion! There is a bloody mess all around, guts are scattered, and then my friend Buba crawls out from somewhere, without both legs. He's in pain! But he crawls up and says to me: “Peeeen!” I can’t feel my legs... And I told him: “Buba, you don’t have them!” I look, and his stumps are twitching quickly, quickly, like that! I say: “Booba!” The nearest town is 30 miles away. If you can’t turn upside down and run on your hands, then you’re done! And then suddenly goons jump out from everywhere, and I only have one pistol. But there’s nothing to do... We have to break through! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!! Die, bastard, die! Major Benson Winfred Payne is not going down alive! Bah, this is for my friend! Bang! Bang!
If you don't obey, I'll tell you a story about a little train. Chug-chug!.. Look up the word “situation” in the dictionary between “tits” and “syphilis”. Should I change my military rank from major to pimp?.. Major Payne destroyed the bad guy from the closet with extreme cruelty! And if the guy is still there, he feels bad. Hee Hee Hee.. Look, go there! The gorilla has spoken! Do you want to forget about the pain in your butt?! I know a good way! - Why exactly should I be his wife?! - Because you have bigger boobs! Where is the major?! Major in the clean and jerk! He's been constipated this morning! Attention! At ease! In the butt, it hurts!!! I'll stick my foot so far up your ass that the moisture on my boot will quench your thirst! Hit him again and I will salute you like that. Why are you looking sideways at me? Remember: the war made me paranoid, and when they look at me like that, I get all excited and want to kill! There are no worries and worries, we hide our boobs under the hood. Wow, wow, wow, that’s how the major loves us! If you want to pee-pee, then squat down. Apparently you don't deserve to pee standing up like a man. The barracks is our father's home! We sleep in it and we eat in it! Hey, elephant, you have to fly through these pipes! Are your ears bothering you?
Quotes from Max Payne 2
They were all dead. The last shot put an end to this story. I took my finger off the trigger and it was all over.
You're just an angel, Max!
The medicine will temporarily relieve the pain.
Tell the devil that you are from me!
Flesh of fallen angels!
If only castles in the air didn't collapse until they were looked at.
I've been past the point of no return for so long that I've forgotten what it looks like.
I would laugh if I remembered how to do it.
If the only choice is the wrong one, then it is not a choice, but fate.
"What I Want: Max Payne's Dreams." A cigarette. Drink up. May the sun shine. Forget yourself and fall asleep. Change the past. Bring back my wife and daughter. Infinite ammunition, the right to kill. Most of all at that moment I wanted her.
Brilliant. It doesn't matter how long you've been climbing. You can fall in an instant.
There are some things in life you don't choose - it's how you feel.
The fear of death forces us to control our emotions - but without passion you are already dead.
I hate her because she makes me love her.
Love is when you are given the illusion of choice.
I looked for her to get answers. And when I found her, all questions were forgotten.
Time slows down and I look back to evaluate my actions, and so I am reborn.
This is love... Love hurts.
Life was wonderful... The sunset illuminates a beautiful summer evening, the smell of freshly cut grass from the lawns hangs in the air, somewhere children are laughing and screaming. A house across the river... where your beautiful wife and wonderful little daughter are waiting for you. A true American dream come true.
I didn’t ask for this crap, the problems themselves came to me in a big black crowd.
It became too late to collect evidence a couple of hundred rounds ago.
There were only three of us: me, him and my pistol.
And then it was all over. The ragged clouds parted and the storm subsided. The stars were shining in the sky. New York sparkled below, like a scattering of diamonds on black velvet. If only dreams were not forgotten when you achieved them!
I entered, leaving darkness and cold outside. The city outside was raging like an angry beast.
After the millennium, the idea of the end of the world has become commonplace. Everything in this world is subjective, and everyone has their own end of the world. If it comes to you, it is unlikely that it will seem banal to you.
I lied to myself that it was over. But I was alive and my family was dead. The end was still far away.
You'd have to be a fool to fall in love with a woman who came back from the dead only to point a gun in your face.
This Valkyrin-overpowered bastard could easily withstand three rounds with a mutant alligator.
I was not one of “them”, I was not a hero.
Without Mona's help, I would already be a corpse. And for the first time in such a long time, I felt that I did not want to die.
Now, three years after that fateful day, the memories have become somewhat dull, as has the pain that instantly and forever turned my measured life upside down.
My name is Max, Max Payne. No, this is not a pseudonym, and three years ago, looking at me, no one would have doubted this statement... I was happy, I had a home, a family, and a job I loved. But that day changed everything. And now I myself sometimes doubt whether I should start writing my name differently in order to eliminate any questions in advance, for example, like this - Max Pain...
Mental pain is always sudden. Unlike physical pain, you cannot prepare for or get used to it; it hits you headlong, and not everyone can recover from it. When a gang of screwed-up idiots broke into my house and killed my wife and child, something in my head snapped.
Life forever changed its measured course, and my relationship with such a substance as time became completely informal.
My path is not the path of revenge. Living for three years a life that more closely resembled some kind of nightmare game, I only wanted to rid society of one terrible disease that had been tormenting it for many years.
What hurts me will die. Everything that was my pain has already died. It's time to pay off debts. Maybe it's time to die. It’s a pity that I have to do this in a world where only the gloomy sky will mourn me. But I still know that this is not the end.
The faster you run, the more it seems that you are actually being pursued. The past is like a broken mirror. Trying to put the pieces back together can cause you to cut yourself. When you close your eyes, you close yourself in the darkness from the inside.
Sometimes remembering the past is like kissing the dead lips of your beloved. My legend has been revealed. The doors slammed on both sides. And then there was continuous lead rain.
A threat appeared on the horizon. Max Payne was free.
Turning around and leaving, hiding from the city... That would be the wisest decision. I wasn't that wise.
This is one of the laws of nature. If you put pressure on a person, he retreats to a certain point, and then begins to put pressure on you.
There were no more good and just people in this city than there was golden sand on the river bottom. I wasn't one of them.
Your rights will be read to you at the funeral.
The hint was as vague and vague as a bullet to the heart.
The barrel of her gun was staring into my face. I returned the favor with kindness.
We all make mistakes.
The situation quickly changed from bad to worse.
Sooner or later you discover that Lady Luck is just a prostitute and you're out of cash.
Clear as half a liter!
When people lose their temper, they start making mistakes. I knew this from my own experience.
The bullet marks on her chest resembled a necklace. Blood flowed down her tender skin. How beautiful she was!
As soon as I walked in, he withered like a deuce before a royal poker game.
Sometimes it seems that you have already experienced all the worst things, that there is nowhere to go - and then an even worse disaster is approaching.
In the land of the blind and crooked, he is king.
Most of what he said sounded too much like the truth to be idle chatter.
He wanted me to put this stable in order. In the end, I myself was responsible for some of this dirt.
The main rule when you are hunting someone and want to kill him is not to have any personal grudge against him. However, most often this does not work out.
She survived while everyone who came into contact with me died. This assuaged her guilt.
In a nightmare, every choice you make becomes a mistake. I would wake up at night, afraid that the day was my forgotten dream. When you wake up, the world seems blurry. Everything that was clear in a dream makes no sense in reality. No surreal rescues, no simple magical solutions. But you woke up.
Friendliness shown to the enemy. I stepped over the edge. And now I was like the cartoon coyote that gravity leaves suspended in the air, giving me the opportunity to realize my mistake before falling.
Sometimes you have to fall in order to get up later.
There is nothing but the way forward.
Your views change, and you change too.
Einstein was right, time depends on the position of the observer. At gunpoint it slows down, all life passes by, all disappointments.
Being saved is not for me. There will be no happy ending.
There are no alternatives, you move in a straight line. It is later, when you think that everything could have gone differently, forks begin to appear - like a trimmed bonsai tree or like a bunch of lightning. If you had acted differently, then now it would not be you, but another person, and would be tormented by other questions.
Dawn is coming soon. Goodbye American Dream.
The rain watered the lead seeds sown in the dead bodies.
I was afraid to continue. But I pushed the thoughts away. I had to go forward.
Max's journey into the night continues...
If you think that nothing in the world can touch your soul, then you are lying to yourself. At best, you are only temporarily dead. A lightning strike can revive you without warning.
Trying to escape from the past, you run in a vicious circle until you again fall into the same hole you tried to get out of, but this time it will be much deeper. A bullet-shaped hole took over the place in my head where the answers should be. You can call it denial.
In the madness of the night, demons lie in ambush, waiting for me.
The rain washed away the trail ahead.
The secret I was pursuing bore my own face.
The asphalt trembled restlessly under my feet.
A nightmarish labyrinth of dark streets stretched out before me, and I stood in the very center of it.
The voices of the dead kept me awake at night.
That night even love was a crime.
The death penalty was the least punishment for my sins.
The city peered into my soul with millions of eye-windows, seeing me off to the next world with the flickering of neon lights.
The pain didn't allow me to stop and look at all the mess I was leaving behind me.
The city had already given me a death sentence, and I was struggling to find its executor. Beneath my mask of indifference was a grimace of horror and regret.
I felt dead. I was dead inside.
With every shot, my case became more difficult.
The city suffered from insomnia. Like me.
The mystery in the mirror leered at me with its ugly face.
Any choice I made turned into a disaster.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the shadows of the dead.
Death called from the darkness with shots.
To fall asleep, you tell yourself stories about freedom.
My desires have already made the choice for me.
Right or wrong is just an illusion.
I was looking for answers, but the shots brought with them only new questions.
The storm was gnawing at its elbows, as if in a fever.
The night was endless, like eternity itself.
The cold steel of the pistol pressed painfully under his clothes.
Each shot threw out only a new portion of death, fire and questions.
The suffocating shadows of the city came closer and closer.
Somewhere below me the monstrous heart of the metropolis was pulsating.
This night plagued me like a sickening taste of rust in my mouth.
New York nightlife has just begun.
There were no answers to the questions.
All the answers were hidden somewhere there, in the darkness.
The city is like a giant cemetery, greedily reaching out for new bodies of the righteous. I knew all their hopes, all their impossible dreams.
Despair, delirium and thoughts about Mona swam in my head.
It would be the height of idiocy to die for a dead woman.
My death never ran out of bullets.
Death looked at me from the mirror.
I didn’t recognize myself; inside me there was someone very old and tired of life.
The sun forgot about me and threw me into the power of darkness.
The storm grew into a continuous hail of bullets.
And death wrote me bloody valentines.
Suddenly I wanted to get lost in this darkness.
I felt like a vampire with a cross around my neck.
And the map of the city was written on my face...
The gun in his hand seemed to be heating up and hundreds of ice mountains would not be enough to cool it down. The night was as dark as the barrel of a gun.
The thought of having to continue caused panic.
The things you can no longer change end up changing you. Good and evil mixed inside me, turning into the most destructive force in the world - love.
Sometimes, in order to do the wrong thing, you need much more courage and willpower than in order to accomplish a feat.
A gun in your hand gives you a banal right to choose whether to shoot or not.
My date with death will last all night.
I corresponded with death with long bursts of machine gun fire.
Good and evil are just different faces of the same monster.
The greatest creations of the human mind belong to madmen and are just monsters changed beyond recognition from the nightmares of their creators.
Is it fate or something more? Like all the other most terrible events in my life, this night began with the death of a woman.
No one cared, and pretty soon I shared the general opinion.
The paradox is that you cannot be considered a “good guy” just because the bad guys hate you and are trying to kill you. In general, the world is by no means divided into “bad” and “good”; there is no clearly distinguishable difference in it between what is commonly called good and what is considered evil; everything is subjective and relative. And love even more so. Love is too complex to be labeled as sin or virtue.
There were no winners - we all lost in this war.
No one can run forever.
With numerous excuses for your sins, you are trying to make amends in order to make your conscience subside and try to save your soul, or, more precisely, what is left of it.
Trying to sort out your feelings, you open Pandora's box, and by forgetting about them, you kill part of yourself.
Having chosen the path of revenge, you must either follow it to the end, or abandon your choice and die.
Love and pain always go together. True, the latter sometimes lingers, instilling in you the illusion of calm and bliss, in order to hit you even more painfully with a sadistic smile on your face, hitting you in the very heart.
Only the pounding of my heart and the terrible pain throughout my body indicated that I was still alive, and my battle was not over yet.
Death walked the same path as me.
The cause of all the troubles was hidden behind my back, but I did not dare to look back, afraid to come face to face with my past.
The past is like a shadow. You can pretend for as long as you like not to notice it, you can ignore it, ignore it, you can hope that the darkness of the night will make it disappear forever, but all this will not change the fact that your shadow will follow you everywhere as long as you are alive. , you just won’t always be able to see it.
By listening to the voice of conscience, you get what you deserve.
And death, as always, wore a woman's face.
Pain cannot be erased, it can only be painted over with something brighter.
By trying to bury the sins of the past, we are digging our own grave.
Nothing says more about us and our character than the mistakes we sometimes make. You can’t hold pain inside indefinitely, just as you can’t hold your breath indefinitely.
Sometimes questions are much more important than answers.
Happiness is by no means a given; you have to constantly fight for it. And when it comes, it is important to be able to hold it for as long as possible, because fate’s revenge for fleeting pleasure will be terrible.
Death ceases to be something scary when it becomes the norm of life.
