Quotes About Pain

Blushing, she took it from him. She dared not put her nose to it; like everything that Tony had ever given her, this gift had thorns.

She heard irony in his tone and the bitter pain gliding, sharklike, beneath it.

we named her Dorothy Ann. Dolly, for short. I kissed her warily, fearful of the pain of loving her, love her, though love her I did; fearful lest she hurt me by dying.

Stay outside, looking in. See those two poor people. Sad girl. Sad boy. Sadder than a movie, two people parting. My heart was behind a huge concrete dam with no gates, no opening, not even a hairline crack. On this side those people only look sad. They feel no pain. On this side.

But there is no easy way to mourn a child.

I am not sorry, but this has hurt my heart and spirit more than all the other trials, for being forsaken is worse than being killed. (Sept 5, 1881)

After all, what is suffering but an awareness of suffering?

After I lost my fiance, it seemed like it would be better to always be alone than to risk being hurt again.

In a sense she [Sylvia Plath] was the victim of an obsessive talent that sent her out into the world to gather sensations and seek wounds that could provide creative inspiration. Having acquired the wounds she stuck her fingers into them, turning the pain and blood into lines of highly subjective poetry that both repel and fascinate the reader.

All pain is translatable, from the toothache of a dental assistant in Idaho to natural catastrophes like the floods in China.

You are naught but skin and bone and suffering.

Young people are trying to live out a worldview that does not match their true nature, and it is tearing them apart with its pain and heartache.

One reason issues like euthanasia are so salient today is that people no longer have positive ways to respond to suffering.

In order to grieve—I needed to "unlearn" the way I learned to ignore my agony.

In the limousine on the way to my father's graveside services, I started to cry. My mother slapped me and told me to stop crying. I lacked a model to show me how to feel compassion for my pain.

I never learned how to process my own pain.

Breaking Down the Wall of Silence: The Liberating Experience of Facing Painful Truth.

I can't let her hurt me again. My pain it too great. I can't forgive her.

Grieving and Mourning. As children being abused, and later as adults struggling to survive, most survivors haven't felt their losses. Grieving is a way to honor your pain, let go, and move into the present.

How devastating to be hated by one's own mother.

I always related to the pain of others; I had become numb and unaware of my own.

My grandmother accused me of hurting my mother. Other relatives accused me of being an ungrateful child. Mom said I was mean and cruel and had hurt her deeply. Still impressionable and my spirits tottering under the load of the pain from the past, I accepted the notion that I was that selfish and ungrateful daughter, careless of my mother's feelings.

Your mother has had a rough life," Grandmother pleaded her daughter's case. "You should feel sorry for her instead of making things tougher for her. Bill was mean and cruel and much worse than Ed. The problem with you Nancy, is you're not forgiving," she concluded.

I have since learned that forgiveness does not protect us from past, present and future abuse.