Quotes About Pain

What else are our lives but a story we tell ourselves to find some sense in the pain ofliving?

WILL'S RULES FOR LIVING #5: HEALING TAKES MUCH LONGER THAN YOU THINK. THE BIGGEST SCARS YOU CARRY AREN'T THE ONES YOU CAN SEE.

This is not a happy story, it doesn't begin or end well, and the middle is equally dreadful.

Money could not make the rape go away. The physical pain was gone, but the mental pain would never leave Hannah Steele.

her pain, Beck. She loved you enough for both her children.

and there was nothing to do except to wait and to hurt.

And then I thought that I had to be like Sherlock Holmes and I had to detach my mind at will to a remarkable degree so that I did not notice how much it was hurting inside my head.

A 1655 book by English physician Thomas Muffett advocated torturing animals before slaughter to make them more tender as food. The book said animals should be killed slowly and painfully, with "fear dissolving the hardest parts.

Trump, too, would pass, like a kidney stone.

Brady has compared playing football with "getting into a car crash every Sunday—a scheduled car crash." I've heard players use this image before, and doctors who have treated football injuries.

El pasado duele solo si dejamos que nos alcance

Cortisone is good shit.

Pleasure and pain are immediate; knowledge, retrospective. A steel ball, suspended on a string, smacks into its brothers and nothing happens: no shock of recognition, no sudden epiphany. We go about our business, buttering the toast, choosing gray socks over brown. But here's the thing: just because we haven't understood something doesn't mean we haven't been shaped by it.

Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure.

this is the mirror in which pain is asleep this is the country nobody visits

Thick mist swirled up from the river. Someone, Who claimed to have known me years before, Approached, saying there were many poets Wandering around who wished to be alive again. They were ready to say the words they had been unable to say— Words whose absence had been the silence of love, Of pain, and even of pleasure. —Mark Strand, from "XLV," Dark Harbor: A Poem (Alfred A. Knopf, 1994)

Pain and grief sawed through Pino. This torment was his punishment, he decided. He bowed his head, understanding that this was between God and . . . The aria of the heartbroken clown echoed in his ears and Anna crumpled and fell again, and again, and . . . in a matter of seconds, his faith in God, in life, in love, and in a better tomorrow drained away to empty

Therein lies the defect of revenge: it's all in the anticipation; the thing itself is a pain, not a pleasure; at least the pain is the biggest end of it.

I am not interested to know whether vivisection produces results that are profitable to the human race or doesn't.... The pain which it inflicts upon unconsenting animals is the basis of my enmity toward it, and it is to me sufficient justification of the enmity without looking further.

I have a paper cut from writing my suicide note. It's a start.

I came from a real tough neighborhood. Why, every time I shut the window I hurt somebody's fingers.

Farewell, fair cruelty.

"Doctor, my leg hurts. What can I do?" The doctor says, "Limp!"

What medicines do not heal, the lance will; what the lance does not heal, fire will.