Quotes About Pain

era un viso indimenticabile, un viso tragico. Sgorgava dolore con la stessa purezza, naturalezza e inarrestabilità con cui sgorga l'acqua da una sorgente nei boschi. Non c'era artificio in esso, né ipocrisia, né isterismo, né maschera; soprattutto non c'era la minima traccia di pazzia. La pazzia era nel mare vuoto, nel vuoto orizzonte, [...]; come se la sorgente fosse stata naturale in sé ma innaturale in quanto sgorgava da un deserto.

As this pain comes up also focus on the love you feel for him/her. Focus on the love. Love feels good, love is expansive. Love is open and accepting. This love you feel is healing the pain of your loss. One day soon your pain will go and only the love will remain.

Rejection, judgment, and abandonment are most painful because deep inside her unconscious she holds the incorrect belief that she is unworthy of receiving more.

Anything done to excess can become a means to numb the pain of our unresolved past.

love. If a stranger rejects you, it has little effect, but when someone you care about rejects you, it can be so painful that, to protect ourselves, we withdraw and close our hearts as we automatically put up walls and defenses.

The greatest emotional pain we can experience in life occurs when we stop sharing our love with the people we love the most.

He hadn't hit her in several years, but when you've been beaten you never forget it. The bruises go away but the scars remain, deep, hidden, raw. You stay beaten. It takes a real coward to beat a woman.

The bruises go away but the scars remain, deep, hidden, raw.

You advised him not to get a lawyer, giving as one of your reasons the opinion that lawyers are a pain in the ass. Gentlemen, the pain is here.

This woman has had the hell beaten out of her.

Gentlemen." Noose grimaced in pain and tried to stretch. "It's going on four o'clock. I have an appointment with a physical therapist at five-thirty. I'm not whining but my lower lumbar needs some work. It is difficult to sit for more than two or three hours at a time.

he was immune to pain, an unstoppable machine of muscle and sinew.

On the second day he was tortured, and confessed to everything.

but it became rapidly clear he was gravely ill, probably from a brain tumor.

It was so black under the books and debris that the borderline between awareness and unconsciousness was fine; she apparently crossed it several times, for the pain seemed to come and go.

What more is there to say than it was traumatic, a moment that breaks your life in half? That you never heal from it, and it blankets your life in sadness and fear forever?

At that age, it feels as good to feel bad as it does to feel good.

My brain is sending poison to my heart.

It's as if you've been shot in the heart, Bill, but you're unaware of the hole or the loss of blood. I doubt you even heard the shot!

Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,/And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan.... /These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown/Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.' I know you know what that means: you believe in God but I believe in 'Crass Casualty'—in chance, in luck. That's what I mean. You see? What good does it do to make whatever decision you're talking about? What good does courage do—when what happens next is up for grabs?

THERE'S LIFE ON EARTH, THERE'S HEAVEN—AND THERE'S HELL." "I think life on earth is hell," I said.

Sorrow," Frank kept repeating, until he fell asleep. "It's Sorrow," he murmured. "You can't kill it," Frank mumbled. "It's Sorrow. It floats.

there was always risk; always the promise of pain— But the promise of love was stronger.

face still had the power to torture him. But