Quotes About Pain

We thought the hard part was over—but we were wrong. Living is the hardest part. Figuring out how to live your life when you're all busted up inside and out—there is nothing harder.

Alexander smoked and watched her from his tree stump bench. What are you doing? she would ask him. Nothing, he would reply. Nothing but growing my pain into madness.

Here I am, your one man circus freak show, having bled out for mother Russia, having desperately tried to get to you, now on top of you with this scourge marks, and you, who used to love me, who was sympathized, internalized, normalized everything, you are not allowed to turn away from me....this is what I am going to look like until the day I die. I can't get any peace from you ever unless you find away to make peace with this. Make peace with me. Or let me go for good.

During the day she carried her boy, bandaged and fed the wounded, leaving her own festering wounds until night-time when she licked them and nursed them, and remembered the pines and the fish and the river and the ase and the woods and the fire and the blueberries and the smell of cigarette smoke and the loud laughter coming from one male throat.

E non me lo hai nascosto. Niente affatto. Hai lasciato il tuo amore in bella mostra, non lo hai chiuso in un armadio. Marina aveva ragione. Ero cieca. Lo hai lasciato in mille posti perché io lo vedessi. Adesso li vedo tutti e mi fanno male. Ma tu eri una bambina. Come poteva una bambina amare qualcuno?

La memoria... esa cruel enemiga del consuelo.

Who said memory is kind? Memory is merciless. My father was right. 'All the things you want to remember, Paullina, I want to forget'.

She wasn't afraid of random war. It was like being struck by lightning, even if the lightning did strike a thousand times a day. No, it wasn't war that terrified Tatiana. It was the resolute chaos of her broken heart.

They ooze blood out of their wounds and live inside their regret.

He stared at her fists and at her face and said with upset incredulity, "You promised me you would forgive me-" "Forgive you,"Tatiana hissed through her teeth, tears streaming down her face, "for your brave and indifferent face, Alexander!" She groaned in pain. "Not for your brave and indifferent heart.

Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him.

Ow. Ow. That hurt. Ack.. I'm dead.

But what happens when her beauty is torn from her like a cover from a book? Will he care to read her then, although her pages speak of nothing but love for him?

Qué haré? Mas ¿para qué estudio lo que haré, si es evidente que, por más que lo prevenga, que lo estudie y que lo piense, en llegando la ocasión ha de hacer lo que quisiere el dolor, porque ninguno imperio en sus penas tiene?

Tis not where we lie but whence we fell; the loss of Heaven's the greatest pain in Hell.

A veces te duele más el vacío del futuro que del pasado.

Sandi couldn't bear to read about other people falling in love and having babies while her own arms and worms were so painfully empty.

Nöjena utgöra lockbetet, och slutet på allt är smärta.

Most of us do not take these situations as teachings. We automatically hate them. We run like crazy. We use all kinds of ways to escape -- all addictions stem from this moment when we meet our edge and we just can't stand it. We feel we have to soften it, pad it with something, and we become addicted to whatever it is that seems to ease the pain.

Some wounds are so great that the only way to survive is to lock them up in a little box and put them somewhere deep inside,

Early postpartum period • Immediate contact with your baby (including breastfeeding) • Minimal postpartum pain • Good health (you and your baby)

Well, life is very cruel. Very.' 'I would say', said Giles, 'it was death that was cruel. Not life.