Quotes About Pain

it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind. Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind. Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.

As I fingered my way through the songs, I felt my worries slough away. My music has always been the best remedy for my dark moods. As I sang, even my bruises seemed to pain me less.

Many memories are simply painful, and there's no healing to be done. The saying 'time heals all wounds' is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

No sabía con certeza de qué huía, a menos que fuera de la gente. Esa era otra lección que había aprendido, quizá demasiado bien: la gente hacía daño.

El sueño nos ofrece un refugio del mundo y de todo su dolor. El sueño marca el paso del tiempo y nos proporciona distancia de las cosas que nos han hecho daño.

Like a child playing find-and-catch, it was my sincere hope that if I closed my eyes and remained perfectly still, the pain wouldn't be able to find me.

It reminded me of the quiet that settles on the coldest days in winter when it hurts to breathe and everything is still.

Lloraba en silencio por ella misma, porque había algo profundamente herido en su interior. Yo ignoraba qué era, ni me atrevía a preguntárselo. Me limitaba a decir lo que podía para calmar su dolor y la ayudaba a cerrar los ojos para rehuir la realidad.

There were tears once or twice. But not for the men she had lost or the men she had left. They were quiet tears for herself, because there was something inside her that was badly hurt. I couldnt tell what it was and didnt dare to ask. Instead I simply said what I could to take the pain away and helped her shut her eyes against the world.

Grenouille's mother, however, perceived the odor neither of the fish nor of the corpses, for her sense of smell had been utterly dulled, besides which her belly hurt, and the pain deadened all susceptibility of sensate impressions.

era una tortura, no se acababa nunca el tiempo en que el mundo real le abrasaba la piel.

Barry remembered his dad saying that the casualties of war couldn't be counted only among the dead and the wounded.

they tortured him because there is nothing better than torture to make something evil turn good. Insert sarcastic tone here.

Home? Home is where they don't tie you to a rock and drip acid on you. And sometimes it isn't." -Loki, Norse god of Mischief

The potion would keep the pain at bay for twenty four hours or so. After that, the pain would row its way back from its relaxing day bayside, and get back to work with a vengeance.

Love is bitter sweet never to be perfect but just what the body, heart, and mind aches for...and the lips oooh~ to die another day just to kiss the love it miss. My heaven, my hell, my pain, my love…my life! Killing me slowly….oooh~ so sweet and slowly with your kiss. To have loved than have never loved at all I would rather die so forever slowly.

I'm told that we addictive-type personalities want to cover our pain, so we use food, spending, sex, drugs, sleeping, gambling, alcohol, work, people, blame, social activities, the Internet, etc., to distance and disguise what we don't know how to solve inside of us. The

Sometimes, the only soul that can mend a broken heart is the one that broke it. For they are the ones holding all the pieces.

I wanted to cry so bad, but my tears are inside. A blindfold keeps them there. I can't see today. Patti, I don't know anything.

I had one of those headaches. It kept pounding and got into that crazy realm where the guillotine seems like a good idea.

But all the heart break of her heroins had not prepared her for her own.

I felt, watching Jim Morrison, that I could do that. I can't say why I thought this. I had nothing in my experience to make me think that would ever be possible, yet I harbored that conceit. I felt both kinship and contempt for him. I could feel his self-consciousness as well as his supreme confidence. He exuded a mixture of beauty and self-loathing, and mystic pain, like a West Coast Saint Sebastian. When

What is the heart but a small hand of agonies?