Quotes About Pain

She lashed out because when you hurt someone else, you're less likely to feel your own pain.

She knew all sorts of four letter words now; they just weren't the ones that most people considered foul language. Love. Help. Rape. Stop. Then.

Maybe this is all love is - twin roots of pain and pleasure. Maybe the miracle isn't where we wind up, but that we get there at all.

We isolated ourselves, because it hurt less.

The mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.

Here's what they do not tell you about falling in love: there's not always a soft landing beneath you. It's called falling, because it's bound to break you.

Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting.

It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it's there.

Whatever we forfeit echoes the pain from all the other times we have been disappointed in our lives.

The strange thing; her face, after she hit me. She was in greater pain than I. You could see it in her eyes - like she had been violated in some way that broke her own image.

It wasn't her throat, and it wasn't a fever, but it hurt all the same to be heartbroken.

Well, I had the other problem, I told him. I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in. What happened then? What else, I said. It broke.

Tears have a whole different melody, didn't they? without the pain threaded through them?_______ nineteen minutes .

In a lot of ways, having a teenager isn't all that different from having a newborn. You learn to read the reactions, because they're incapable of saying exactly what it is that's causing pain.

Real fairy tales are not for the fainthearted. Children get eaten by witches and chased by wolves; women fall into comas and are tortured by evil relatives. Somehow all that pain and suffering is worthwhile, though, when it leads to the ending: happily ever after. Suddenly it no longer matters if you got a B- on your midterm in French or you're the only girl in the school who doesn't have a date for the spring formal. Happily ever after trumps everything. But what if ever after could change?

You might tell yourself that candor is the foundation of a relationship, but even that would be untrue. You are far more likely to lie to yourself, or your loved one, if you think it will keep the pain at bay.

Your child is hurt. How quickly can you make it better? What if you can't?

Having to face him at a competency hearing is like getting to hell and finding out that the only food available is raw liver-insult added to injury.

There were entire days where I did nothing but cry; others where I felt like I'd swallowed a lead plate; some more where I worked really hard at going through the motions of getting dressed and making my bed and studying my vocab words because it was easier than doing anything else.

My eyes are swollen shut. The sun rises. I don't.

As much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memories that someone has left this world, you are still in it. And the very act of living is a tide: at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded.

If you hurt, cry. If you rage, strike out. If you hope, get ready for a disappointment.

He could stand pain, himself. He just couldn't stand hers

So you see, this is why I never told my story. If you lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it. And if you didn't, you will never understand.