Quotes About Pain

When a man is on the verge of passing out from pain, it seemed wrong to notice how beautiful he was.

I don't like lies," said Bran, and I knew I'd failed to keep the pain of his revelation from my face. "Not even lies of omission. Hard truths can be dealt with, triumphed over, but lies will destroy your soul.

I don't say goodbye very easily, Anna. Not gracefully or prettily.Goodbye tears your heart out and leaves it a feast for carrion birds who happen by.

Sometimes broken people stay broken.

Might not be able to save you, old son," Adam said, lying back again and closing his eyes. "But I can buy us a little time to kick you in the butt hard enough you stop thinking about 'tomorrow and tomorrow' and start thinking about how much but hurts.

Who hurt you?" she asked, slicing through the two other conversations going on at the table. "He's dead," said Charles, his hand sliding up Anna's back reassuringly. "I killed him. If I could, I would bring him back to life so I could kill him again.

Heartbreak can be like that, boy," said Zee heavily. "Healthy pain invites healing.

Whether those lives are a couple of decades or a couple of centuries long, living means that we get hurt, and some of those wounds don't heal or they don't heal completely.

Shut up," I said fiercely and very quietly because the sound of his voice sent sharp, arcing lightning rods of pain from my eyes all the way through my skull.

Healthy pain invites healing. Gabriel is a good boy; he'll be a good man. Not all relationships that end

I am determined to have the headache Thursday, if I have to hit myself with a rock to do it.

A poisonous pedagogy is a toxic method of teaching or raising a child. It is a method which controls the behavior of the child by the misuse of Power Over the child. This misuse of power causes the child extreme pain. If the child becomes an adult without having worked through the hurt and pain of the experience, he will perpetuate the misuse of power in adulthood. Consequently, the adult can become toxic or poisonous to others. This toxicity is what we find in abusive relationships.

The partner suffered many wrongs to her spirit. And, she did not know the meaning of her pain. However, because she remained aware of her feelings, she was connected to the spirit of life at her center — the source of her Personal Power. Eventually, it was the power of her feelings and the knowledge of her spirit which enabled her to recognize the abuse and, in so doing, gain Reality II self-esteem.

The distress and discord that permeate the lives of millions are clear messages meant to tell us something. Just as a searing physical pain says something is wrong, so, too, does the psychic pain that floats through the world. Whatever form it takes, it is a sign that people have forgotten what is real and what is not, what is pretend and what is not, who they are and who they are not.

It was really hard too, because I always had a lot of feeling. You know, when I was little I used to pray to God that I'd grow up fast so I wouldn't feel anymore

Time, we like to say, cures all. But maybe the old saying doesn't mean time heals. Time cures a secret in its brine, keeping it and finally, paradoxically, destroying it. Nothing is left in that salt solution but the pain or rage, the biting shame that lodged it there. Even they are diluted or denied.

I only know it takes weeks to recover, as if one had been in a car accident.

Souraya thought those days that she knew so many songs about the misery of love because pain kept love within the boundaries of time, and knowable, whereas what she was experiencing passed beyond the horizon of birth and death; it was like the eternal life the prophets spoke of. A gesture, a kiss, a task, a sentence had a golden elemental endlessness, like the scenes in the murals painted in the island houses.

There's a hell all right. It's just not where people say it is....It's here. It's life, or it's what we turn life into, I guess. It's like we have to pass through all this painful stuff to get to where we're supposed to be, on the other side.

It seems as though the only things causing pain around here are these ridiculous walls we keep building.

Physically, mentally, emotionally -- it seems like every part of me is broken in one way or another.

A lot of pilgrims run a needle with thread through their blisters. They pull the thread through until it hangs out both entry points and then cut it, leaving two to three inches of thread hanging out, which supposedly allows the blister to drain.

You don't get over sorrow; you work your way right to the centre of it.

Anyone who hasn't experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all. JEAN GENET, PRISONER OF LOVE