Quotes About Pain

My guiltiest pleasure in life is 'America's Funniest Home Videos.' I watch them all - old, new - I don't care. Despite how bad the writing is on the show. The people getting hit and hurt, that's hilarious.

I just block out the demons. I sing. I block them away. I put my pain into my music. I paint. I make my own videos. I direct myself. No one directs me anymore. I am in charge of my destiny.

One of the greatest injustices of the Vietnam era is the way our veterans were treated when they returned home. This compounded the pain experienced by those who served. That is a mistake we must never make again.

Sometimes you want pain to be acknowledged and not whitewashed - or erased by some exceptionalist point of view.

In my view, product/market fit is the most important thing to get right as a startup entrepreneur. There's a variety of ways to do it, but without solving some pain point that the customer gets so excited about they tell their friends, it's really hard in the modern age to get any liftoff.

This is your punishment, Lara," he whispered. "To burn as I do." -Hunter

it's far easier to make a heart stop beating entirely than to keep it from loving the wrong person.

Whispers can't hurt you," Pandora said. Cassandra gave her twin a chiding glance. "Whispers can gut and fillet you like a haddock.

Her presence pierced him like arrows, promising a future of endless unsatisfied wanting.

No one had ever told her that love could make every cell in one's body hurt.

Let her cover the mark as she will,'" he quoted sardonically, "'the pang of it will always be in her heart.

It's usually painful for a woman, the first time," he murmured. "Yes, I know." "I don't want to hurt you." The admission touched and surprised her. "My mother says it doesn't last for long," she said. "The pain?" "No, the rest of it," she said, and for some reason that made him laugh again. -Simon & Annabelle

Pro medicina est dolor, dolorem qui necat ." "The pain that kills pain acts as medicine," Win translated. "That would make sense only to a Roma," Amelia said, and Cam grinned.

A toast to the engagement on your former fiance and your former best friend. Tell me, how hard did you have to grit your teeth?" As Lucy refused to answer, he laughed softly. "Forgive me. I don't mean to detract from your noble gesture.

I don't believe in love," he said. "It's a sugar-coated pill—the first taste is tolerable enough, but you quickly reach the bitter layers beneath.

Dear Lord," she said in a strangled whisper. "I can bear it for a while…but please don't let it hurt forever." She was motionless

And as my friend, you should be doing your utmost to prevent me from making a mistake that will result in a great deal of pain." "You've already had the pain," he pointed out. "Now you may as well have the pleasure of making the mistake." "My God," Aline whispered, squeezing his arm tightly, "you are such a terrible influence, Adam." "I try," he murmured, smiling down at her.

Three hours later, Cassandra limped into the quiet, empty conservatory. Soft ripples of light reflected from the indoor stream and jostled against shadows cast by ferns and palm fronds. It looked like the room of some underwater palace. Painfully she made her way to the steps of a small stone bridge and sat in a billow of blue silk organza skirts. Tiny crystal beads had been scattered among the multiple layers of delicate fabric, casting glints across the floor.

El infierno es saber que tenías tan poca fe en mi amor que estabas dispuesta a condenarme a la agonía de por vida.

Kathleen is not heartless, you see," Helen murmured. "She feels very deep sorrow. It's only that she can't show it." Devon wasn't certain whether to thank or curse Helen for the revelations. He didn't want to feel any compassion for Kathleen. But the rejection by her parents at such a tender age would have been devastating. He understood all about the desire to avoid painful memories and emotions... the compelling need to keep certain doors closed.

I will never forget that you took away the man I loved and put yourself in his place. I'm not certain I can ever forgive you for that. The only thing I am absolutely certain of is that I will never love you. Do you still want to marry me?" "Yes," Harry said without hesitation. "I've never wanted to be loved. And God knows no one's done it yet.

And then it finally did happen. I just lay there in shock. It hurt so bad, and I thought, "God, please, let me die." As he put himself inside me, I wanted to scream for help, but there was no one to help me. I had nowhere to hide. My mother's room, my little sister's embrace, Uncle Fred, Uncle Warren, nothing and no one would save me, and so I lay there silently, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, watching a part of me die.

Memories are the enemies that never die," he says, turning away and shoving open his door, leaving me with the pain carved in those words that I am fairly certain he didn't want me to hear. But I did, and they speak to me, diving deep in my soul with the blood of my own loss, and taking root. I say I want my memories back, but I'm not so sure I really do. It's an idea I reject as I shove open my door and stand.

Memories are the enemies that never die...