Quotes About Pain

Oti?i ?u, da te ne gledam, oti?i ?u, da ne mislim na izdaju. - Znaš li kako mi je bilo? Znaš li kako mi je i sad? Oti?i ?u, da te ne mrzim, da mi postane svejedno. Rasuo sam tvoj lik po dalekim putevima, raznije?e ga vjetrovi i sprati kiše, nadam se. U meni ?e ga potrti pozlije?enost.

Oborio sam pogled. Nikad ?ovjek ne smije misliti da je siguran, ni da je umrlo što je prošlo. Ali zašto se budi kad mi je najmanje potrebno? Nije ona važna, ta daleka, sje?anje na nju zamjenjuje skrivenu misao da je sve moglo biti druk?ije, pa i ovo što me boli. Odlazi, sjenko, ništa nije moglo biti druk?ije, i našlo bi se nešto drugo da boli. Ne može biti druk?ije pa da bude bolje u ljudskom životu.

Ni bol ne osje?am, samo prazninu. Zašto je ne zatrpati?

Mahmutova žena je blagoslov božji, ali ne znam da li bih bio zadovoljan da je Tijana kao ona. Možda bi mi smetalo kad bi bila tako jednostavna. Možda je Tijanina osjetljivost znak i bolest punije misli i življeg osje?anja. Bol i misao oduzimaju nam bezbrižan smijeh.

Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is he only thing in this world that does not hurt.

I ni?eg ne bi bilo od ovog što me boli, ni Harunove smrti, ni ove no?i posljednje. A možda bi i bilo, jer neka no? mora biti posljednja, i nešto mora biti što boli, uvijek.

Maybe it's better to adhere to the standards of heaven than to those of this world. Failure doesn't upset you, since you can always rely on eternity; you find your justifications in reasons beyond yourself. Personal loss is less important. And pain. And men. And the present day. Everything continues into eternity, faceless and vast, sleepily torpid and solemnly indifferent. Like the sea: it cannot lament the innumerable deaths that continually occur in it.

attack being the best form of defence, and never ever show that you might be in pain. That would only invite more violence because pity was for wimps and wimps could not survive round here

Unrequited love is all right in books and things, but in real life, it completely sucks

My heart is broken. It really is. All the signs are there. I can't sleep- not even burgers. Every time the phone rings, my pulse leaps... But it's never for me, it's never him.

Looking at the shell of a young life, she always felt a stab in the heart. And in this job, grief didn't lurk—it swarmed. She now tried to dodge the creeping pain and analyze the scene with fresh eyes.

No seré feliz siempre pero, tal vez, si tengo suerte, no sufriré la angustia de añadir dolor al mundo.

C'è sempre qualcosa che arriva a spezzarti il cuore, anche quando pensi che non ci sia più niente da spezzare.

Stavo morendo per la perdita e l'abbandono, sempre di più ogni giorno che passava.

And I also know that pain can seem like an endless ribbon. You pull it and you pull it. You keep gathering it toward you, and as it collects, you really can't believe that there's something else at the end of it. Something that isn't just more pain. But there's always something else at the end; something at least a little different. You never know what that thing will be, but it's there.

Your personal history of pain, by the time you reached the age of forty, was supposedto have been folded thoroughly into the batter of the self, so that you barely needed to acknowledge it anymore.

I guess I feel like grief is this huge part of everything," I say in a burst. "But you're supposed to act like it's not.

But the loss of possibilities was always undeniably painful.

And I also know that pain can seem like an endless ribbon. You pull it and you pull it. You keep gathering it towards you, and as it collects, you really can't believe that there's something else at the end of it. Something that isn't just pain.

You're all equipped for the world, for adulthood, in a way that most people aren't," she continues. "So many people don't even know what hits them when they grow up. They feel clobbered over the head the minute the first thing goes wrong, and they spend the rest of their lives trying to avoid pain at all costs. But you all know that avoiding pain is impossible. And I think having that knowledge, plus the experiences you've lived through, make you definitely not fragile. They make you brave.

I can't bear the idea of looking deeply. Because you inevitably turn up horrible things.

In this room, where nurses paced the floor like night watchmen in the bleak hours, lay fragmented women.

That she was both fearless and fragile and could be hurt badly in ways he could not fix.

There's a hundred ways sex can ruin you, but there's no end to the ways love can.