Quotes About Pain

Tell me i'm not losing more of you to him every fucking day. -Seth

She couldn't breath around the pain in her chest. "Tell me I'm the only one.

A lifetime of lonely regret or happiness with some pain along the way.

You have a choice. A life of lonely regret or happiness with some pain along the way. You choose.

Donna say no. If you are, do it now and leave me alone. I can't take this, Maggie. You're killing me by small degrees.

the pain that comes from loving someone who's in trouble can be profound.

And to the casual observer it looks like I have moved on since I go around wearing my little happy mask all day. I smile and laugh and carry on like my heart's still in one piece, but beneath it all, I am dying.

The only thing suffering teaches us is that we are capable of suffering.

There is no pleasure of life sprouting like a tree from one root but there is some pain joined to it; and again nature brings good out of evil.

Such is life. Sometimes we do not even want to know how much pain we cause others, for fear of spoiling our own petty pleasures. And when the time comes to face the consequences, it is too late to be sorry.

You can have everything you want, but accompanied by pain, until you learn not to want anything.

Not forgiving someone hurts you worse than it hurts him...even if he doesn't deserve to be forgiven...Not forgiving someone is like not pulling a thorn out of your foot just because you weren't the one who put it there.

The world waits for you with all its beauty, but also its frights and its pain.

Football players, like prostitutes, are in the business of ruining their bodies for the pleasure of strangers.

I was to experience this pain with guilt, the sin of my wrongdoing laid heavily upon me as punishment for simply being a woman, a daughter of Eve.

I can feel the sensation (it burns) of being called crazy when you feel wounded and desperate.

I wade through the rush of neglect and loss and sadness pouring through a hole in my hull.

I know I'm not okay. I am nose to nose with a fire and it's too hot. I want to fix the fire—as if the fire itself were uncomfortable, as if the discomfort I feel were not my own.

Searching out a painful image, going over it and over it in my mind, raking its sharp edges over my open psychological sores. My mind generates the million and one questions I ask in order to avoid asking the only one that matters. Can you save me? At the time I believe my thoughts are real.

I want to say my apartment is no paradise for bachelorettes and would be more accurately described by terms like 'pain clinic', 'wound-care center', or 'half way house' for the chronically triggered, the emotionally dysregulated, the bright but broken-hearted, and a few repeat offenders of adulterous behavior.

Why break the heart that never beat from love?

His was not the hatred that arises suddenly like a storm and as suddenly abates. It was, once the initial shock of anger and pain was over, a calculated thing that grew in a bloodless way.

She tried to shriek for help, to cry out against the blinding agony, but her mouth wouldn't open. The scream stalled in her throat and she gagged. Oh my God. She couldn't move her lips. She couldn't say one word.

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