Quotes About Pain

Child abuse casts a shadow the length of a lifetime.

The lightning flashes through my skull; mine eyeballs ache and ache; my whole beaten brain seems as beheaded, and rolling on some stunning ground.

Nothing more private than pain. It can only involve one. But who? Who is "I" in "I hurt"? The one who inflicts the pain or the one who suffers it? And does "hurt" refer to the inflicting or the suffering?

Who is "I" in "I hurt"? The one who inflicts the pain or the one who suffers it? And does "hurt" refer to the inflicting or the suffering?

Nothing more private than pain. It can only involve one.

This is the bitterest pain among men, to have much knowledge but no power.

The absence of love is the most abject pain.

My flesh was burning where the skin was scraped off my knees, and I was afraid that I couldn't be alive anymore with so much pain, and at the same time I knew I was alive because it hurt. I was afraid that death would find its way into me through this open knee and I quickly covered my knee with my hands.

The hunger angel looks at me from the sky and says: Ride back. I say: But then I'll die. If you die, I'll make everything orange, and it won't hurt, he says. And I ride back, and he keeps his word. As I die, the sky over every watchtower turns orange, and it doesn't hurt.

Tereza's death hurt me so much, it was as if I had two heads smashing into each other. One was full of mown love, the other of hate. I wanted the love to grow back. It grew like grass and straw, all mixed up together, and turned into an icy affirmation on my brow. That was my damn stupid plant.

For here now is the age of iron. Never by daytime will there be an end to hard work and pain, nor in the night to weariness, when the gods will send anxieties to trouble us.

Are you afraid of other people? I know that by keeping others at a distance you avoid a betrayal of your trust, but you must endure the loneliness. Man can never completely erase this sadness, because all men are fundamentally alone. Pain is something man must carry in his heart, and since the heart feels pain so easily, some believe that life is pain.

I'm often told that those who don't like themselves set high expectations for themselves, but ? think people who say that don't really understand how painful it is.

Love is so great... So why does it have to go so wrong?

As he lay down, a slight sigh spilled from his thin lips. Most likely it was just his chest wound having its say. Of course, no one else would ever know for sure. D's sorrow, his joy, and his pain belonged to him alone.

But I had to think to myself that this was normal, because that was the attitude. I was 19 when I went to see my doctor and I was told it was all in the mind. [Author Hilary Mantel on being told her endometriosis was imagined pain, From Oct 2009 Daily Mail interview]

this is what death does to you, it takes and takes, so that all that is left of your memories is a faint tracing of spilled ash.

Those who think a heart cannot break have led blessed and sheltered lives.

Nothing hurts, or perhaps it's that everything hurts, because there is no separate pain that he can pick out.

Do you know you can learn from pain?' But, he explains, the circumstances must be right. To learn, you must have a future:

You can't get away from dire health, but you may as well get some use out of it. It is not a question of making sense of suffering, because nothing does make sense of it. It is a question of not… sinking into it. It is talking back to whatever hurts, whether that is physical or psychological, so that it doesn't submerge you.

The spectacles of pain and disgrace I see around me, the ignorance, the unthinking vice, the poverty and the lack of hope, and oh, the rain—the rain that falls on England and rots the grain, puts out the light in the man's eye and the light of learning too, for who can reason if Oxford is a giant puddle and Cambridge is washing away downstream, and who will enforce the laws if the judges are swimming for their lives?

We don't have to invite pain in, he thinks. It's waiting for us: sooner rather than later.

The migraine angel leaned hard on my shoulder and belched into my face.