Quotes About Pain

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Differentiating from parental introjects and psychological defences based on the emotional pain of childhood is essential not only for neurotic or seriously disturbed individuals; it is a central developmental issue in every person's life.

Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you can't see, the pain someone feels.

It wasn't that strangers couldn't hurt you. It was simply that the people you loved could do it so much better.

Pain is very useful. It warns you of danger, teaches you of hazards and provides consequences for your actions.

Pain has a flavor. The question is...what does it taste like to you?

Because sometimes pain is knowing, and sometimes pain is sharing that knowledge with someone who loves you but can't do anything to help.

Time heals all wounds, I'm sure it's true, but not until after the wounds have been felt.

Sometimes pain stacked up, its weight crushing. Lifting it off to put life back together felt impossible.

Her headache pounded painfully, the demons inside hitting their sharp fists against her skull, demanding to be set free.

I know it sounds like it was all just a terrible disaster. Of course it does. Any situation involving four dead bodies is clearly far from ideal.

And when you hate someone, it leaves deeper scars on your psyche than loving someone ever can.

Dad. I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry. I want to kill myself. The thought of you, seeing that. It makes me want to kill myself.

We are setting ourselves free from these broken bodies, from this despicable world, from pain and disappointment.

You. You and your fucking "tie me up" bullshit. You and your other guys. Guys who've done that to you. Every time I shut my eyes, there they are. Lined up. And I can't, I cannot get them out of my head, Rachel. You put them there. Bunch of fucking creeps.

Wearing nice underwear. Ready for sex. But that wasn't what he wanted. He raped me in his kitchen. He pushed me into broken glass. Look.' Lucy pulls up her T-shirt to show Rachel the small livid scar that is still there, over a year later. 'I was bleeding and in pain and he kept raping me and there was this knife. The knife I'd been using to slice the tomatoes.

But she felt it now and all the pain in her heart was for her mother, her mother who she knew would be crying and worrying and feeling the meaning of her life slipping away from her. She couldn't bear it. She truly couldn't bear

Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

But the absence of tears wasn't the same as an absence of feeling.

I can't get it out," she said. "Just pull at it." "It hurts. It's throbbing." "Pull harder." "I can't! It's truly stuck. I need something to make it slippery. Do you have some sort of lubricant nearby?" "No." "Not anything?" "Much as it may surprise you, we've never needed lubricant in the library before now.

One of the blessings human beings take for granted is the ability to remember pain without re-feeling it. The pain of the physical wounds is long gone …and the other kind of hurt, the damage done to our spirits, has been healed. We are careful with those scarred places in each other.

My prize, my pleasure and pain, my endless desire. I've never know anyone like you.

Before you marry, you have to get shot by an arrow and fall in love," the boy explained. He paused thoughtfully. "But I don't think the rest of it hurts as much as the beginning.

I forced myself to take another bite of bread, chewing casually. But inside I felt stricken, filled with unexpected yearning. And I realized the problem: no one I knew would have come up with that day for me. This is a man , I thought, who could break my heart .