Quotes About Pain

The feeling around his heart—that it is crushed, forced out of shape—he now understands as a deformity caused by grief.

Under his clothes, it is well known, More wears a jerkin of horsehair. He beats himself with a small scourge, of the type used by some religious orders. What lodges in his mind, Thomas Cromwell's, is that somebody makes these instruments of daily torture.

But he thinks, no, none of us can stand anything. Scrape our skin, and beneath it there is an infant, howling.

I, he thinks, who am so soiled in life's battle, so seamed and scarred, so numb, so unwanted, so cold.

That is how it will be—not pain itself, but the constant apprehension of pain; the constant apprehension of fault, the knowledge that you are going to be punished for something you couldn't help and didn't even know was wrong; and the discord in Hell will be constant, repeating

Nothing hurts, or perhaps it's that everything hurts, because there is no separate pain that he can pick out. But the cold strikes him, just in one place: just through his cheekbone as it rests on the cobbles.

That is how it will be—not pain itself, but the constant apprehension of pain; the constant apprehension of fault, the knowledge that you are going to be punished for something you couldn't help and didn't even know was wrong; and the discord in Hell will be constant, repeating for ever and ever, a violent argument being carried on in the next room.

The mind is its own best torturer.

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

But if they spoke of Bee, he believed he would not be able to bear it, and if they didn't, it might be equally terrible.

Persons who have a painful affection in any part of the body, and are in a great measure sensible of the pain, are disordered in intellect.

What medicines do not heal, the lance will; what the lance does not heal, fire will.

The worst kind of pain is when you're smiling just to stop the tears from falling.

But they feel pain! They have feelings! And yet you call yourself a Celestial Spirit Mage?

Why is it?.. I'm so sad and so lonely. But the tears just won't come.

Care too little, you lose them. Care too much, you get hurt

Where did it get hit? I can't tell," she said.

Had the pain not been so precise I would have asked To which of my sorrows should I yield.

God has to be a sadist to give people life.

I collapsed on to the ground and broke down in tears. Screw you. Go to hell, you fuckers. I wish I had a greater vocabulary to fully express the extent of my pain and hatred. But I don't. I'm just pathetic. That's all I am.

All I could do was escape from reality, but every time I tried to escape from the pain, that same pain told me that I had probably been falling in love with him.

The silence of the room was shattered with a wail of pain coming from deep within me.

A pregnant woman is a frightful object. A new-born child is loathsome. A deathbed rarely makes so horrible an impression as childbirth, that terrible symphony of screams and filth and blood.

Una mujer embarazada es una cosa horrible. Un niño recién nacido es repugnante. Un lecho de muerte rara vez produce una impresión tan abominable como un nacimiento, esa atroz sinfonía de chillidos, porquería y sangre