Quotes About Pain

The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost. That's a running sore.

An unbelieved truth can hurt a man much more than a lie

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.

The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost.

And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child's world in never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.

There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize.

And finally comes culture, which is entertainment, relaxation, transport out of the pain of living.

Nearly everyone has had a box of secret pain, shared with no one. Will [Hamilton] had concealed his well, laughed loud, exploited perverse virtues, and never let his jealousy go wandering [...] He was always on the edge, trying to hold on to the rim of the family with what gifts he had - care, and reason, application. He kept the books, hired the attorneys, called the undertaker, and eventually paid the bills. The others didn't even know they needed him.

Nearly everyone has had a box of secret pain, shared with no one.

A man so hurt and so perplexed may turn in anger, even on people he loves.

Quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost.

Tom bruised himself on the world and licked his cuts.

I know that sometimes a lie is used in kindness. I don't believe it ever works kindly. The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost. That's a running sore.

It was his first experience with this kind of love and it nearly killed him.

There's more beauty in the truth even if it is a dreadful beauty.

Nearly everyone has his box of secret pain, shared with no one.

No," he said, "that's not my right. Nobody has the right to remove any single experience from another. Life and death are promised. We have a right to pain.

Bleedin' like a son-of-a-bitch, he said. Well, I can stop that. He urinated on the ground, picked up a handful of the resulting mud, and plastered it over the wound.

How often one goes to sleep troubled and full of pain, not knowing what causes the travail, and in the morning a whole new direction and clearness is there, maybe the result of the black reasoning. And again there are mornings when ecstasy bubbles in the blood, and the stomach and chest are tight and electric with joy, and nothing in the thoughts to justify it or cause it.

His body was as insensitive to pain as was his mind to subtleties.

He stared between his knees at the floor. "No," he said, "that's not my right. Nobody has the right to remove any single experience from another. Life and death are promised. We have a right to pain.

To be alive at is to have scars.

She shook her head slowly from side to side. "I'm jus' pain covered with skin.

This is the greatest mystery of the human mind—the inductive leap. Everything falls into place, irrelevancies relate, dissonance becomes harmony, and nonsense wears a crown of meaning. But the clarifying leap springs from the rich soil of confusion, and the leaper is not unfamiliar with pain.