Quotes About Pain

The internet can be both a salve and an addiction, a way to block out pain (the salve) while simultaneously creating it (the addiction).

Sitting-with-you-in-your-pain is one of the rare experiences that people get in the protected space of a therapy room,

Often people talk about suicide not because they want to be dead but because they want to end their pain.

You're going to have to feel pain—everyone feels pain at times—but you don't have to suffer so much.

You're not choosing the pain, but you're choosing the suffering

Poor human nature, so richly endowed with nerves of anguish, so splendidly made for pain and sorrow, is but slenderly equipped for joy. —George Du Maurier

We do not want to comprehend that people may and do die of emotional pain, or to recognize the terror in ourselves when we cannot seem to help someone in despair -- when our words are empty.

Suicides do not end their lives because they are weak, mentally ill, or depressed - though certainly they may be all those things. They are in blinding, all-consuming psychic pain, and perhaps on that final poisonous day they can find no reason not to.

To experience pain may not be a choice, but to suffer is a cognitive decision

We may have to face God's truth about our pain--it is real, but we must be careful not to get God and life mixed up. God does not cause the pain and sorrow. He suffers with us and desires to comfort us as only he can.

Grief doesn't feel as if a rug has been pulled out from under her. There is no rug. There is no floor on which to lay a rug. There is no ground on which to build a floor to lay a rug.

Grief made you selfish; engulfed as you were in your own pain, it was hard to remember the others were suffering too.

Having to pretend nothing was wrong, when everything was wrong, was excruciating.

Maybe he should kill himself and put them all out of their misery.

left shoulder and trying to pretend it hardly hurt at all - ow, ouch - she wondered why her life had to so closely resemble Mr Bean's. What she wouldn't give to be sleek and chic and in control at all times.

I really am all sorts of messed up… Well you're not alone there.

Apparently some things, like Cheetos finger stains and the searing pain of grief, couldn't be fixed.

I don't want to be alone in the end." Her soft, mesmerizing mix of vulnerability, pain, and stubbornness got him right in the heart. "So change the ending of your story." She looked at him like he was crazy, and hell, maybe he was. "You make it sound so easy," she said. This made him laugh roughly. "Nothing about love is easy.

Regardless of the cause of depression, one factor remains constant: depression always centers on death and pain.

Nothing changes until the pain of remaining the same is greater than the pain of changing.

Pain is a byproduct of life. That's the truth. Life sometimes sucks. That's true for everyone. But if you don't face the pain and the suck, you don't ever get the other things either. Laughter. Joy. Love. Pain passes, but those things are worth fighting for. Worth dying for.

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it.

My head was throbbing, and my hands were shaking, but I went down the ladder to my workroom - and started figuring out how to rip someone's heart out of his chest from fifty miles away. Who says I never do anything fun on a Friday night?

Wait. You don't understand. I just wanted it to stop. Wanted the hurting to stop. I smoothed a bloodied lock of hair from her eyes and felt very tired as I said, The only people who never hurt are dead. The light died out of her eyes, her breath slowing. She whispered, barely audible, I don't understand. I answered, I don't either. A tear slid from her eye and mixed with the blood. Then she died.