Quotes About Pain

You set, Bones? Ouch, McCoy said. I assume that pun was meant to make me feel better, or else accidental.

It took me even longer to understand that, once you have reached a certain age, you can no longer suffer one loss at a time, that loss is cumulative and, with each new experience of it, all your old losses will join forces and come back en masse to haunt you again.

The funeral was over, at last I could cry. Except that I couldn't. My tears, kept in too long, had fossilized. They would have to stay in forever now.

They were like amputees, only it was not a limb they were missing, but their very souls.

Todos tenemos nuestros dolores, y aunque la forma, el peso y las dimensiones del dolor son diferentes para cada persona, el color del dolor es común a todos nosotros.

At first the boys were puzzled by illness. They looked at their father from the other side of a wall of pain, bewildered that their father stood writing in his book, when he had only to reach over the division and lift them clear of it.

Usually the walk home from the Swan was a time for regret—regret that his joints ached so badly, that he had drunk too much, that the best of life had passed him by and he had only aches and pains ahead of him now, a gradual decline till at the end he would sink into the grave.

half crazed with pain, astounded that the human body could feel so much and not die of it.

The world's full of men like him. They just have different names, different reasons to hurt folks.

Viruses were evil incarnate that added to the world's suffering and created useless deaths.

J'imagine que l'une des raisons pour lesquelles les gens s'accrochent de manière si tenace à leurs haines, c'est qu'ils sentent bien que, une fois la haine disparue, ils se retrouveront confrontés à la douleur1. »

Your pain and anger will pass, but the guilt would remain with you for always.

I had found out in that glittering corridor off the ballroom that being with him could be more painful than being away from him.

I felt as I did once when Rose had very bad toothache - that it was callous of me to be so separate from the pain, that just being sorry for suffering people isn't enough.

He'd come to know himself, untranslatably, through his pain.

Only writing could soak up his loneliness and pain. Written words could tell him who he was.

This is not a story about your disappointment at my silence. The theme of this story is my pain and my attempts to end it.

But she missed simple things, parents' birthdays, a rug underfoot, nights when she didn't have to sleep in a zipped bag. She began to think she was inadequate to the strict plain shapes of churchly faith. Head pains hit her at the end of the day. They came with a shining, an electrochemical sheen, light from out of nowhere, brain-made, the eerie gleam of who you are.

and it made his heart shake to hear these things in the street or bus or dime store, the uninventable poetry, inside the pain, of what people say.

it referred to intense mental suffering, deep remorse, extreme anguish, acute sorrow and the like.

People stress the violence. That's the smallest part of it. Football is brutal only from a distance. In the middle of it there's a calm, a tranquility. The players accept pain. There's a sense of order even at the end of a running play with bodies strewn everywhere. When the systems interlock, there's a satisfaction to the game that can't be duplicated. There's a harmony.

How can you explain that it's just that he was sad, that he'd been sad all his life, and he knew he'd always be sad?

Life is hell but death is worse. - from No Deposit

But the people who took the bus didn't experience the city as we experienced the city. The pain made the city more beautiful. The story made us different characters than we would have been if we had skipped the story and showed up at the ending an easier way.