Quotes About Pain

Broken relationships are a source of heavy heartbreak that seem to affect every family.

But remember, continuing a wrong relationship only increases the pain when it finally does end.

Pushing me away so I give her space, awww. Dealing wit a heart that I didn't break.

Our greatest joy and our greatest pain comes in our relationships with others.

You've been cold to me so long, I'm crying icicles instead of tears.

There's no love like a lost love and no pain like a broken heart.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

As you experience love and relationships, you start to realize that love tends to end in a very painful goodbye.

An abusive relationship should be easy to identify though often one of the most difficult to end.

It's tough enough to have a relationship, and it hurts enough to have it not work.

It's a funny relationship that makeup artists have. I always feel kind of like a dentist. People look at me and think of pain.

Seldom, or perhaps never, does a marriage develop into an individual relationship smoothly and without crises; there is no coming to consciousness without pain.

To put it another way, pain is God's megaphone to rouse a deaf world. Why must it be pain? Why can't he rouse us more gently, with violins or laughter? Because the dream from which we must be wakened, is the dream that all is well.

En realidad debería aceptar el dolor y darle alguna utilidad. A fin de cuentas, el dolor no es más que otra forma de energía. Caracás

No es fácil. No es nada fácil. Piensa en todo lo que quiere hacer las cosas mal. Todo el miedo del mundo, la violencia que proviene del miedo, el odio que proviene de la violencia, la soledad que proviene del odio. Hanno Hath

No pain, no palm no thorns, no throne no gall, no glory, no glory no cross, no crown.

No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.

In our sleep, pain, which cannot forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God. —Aeschylus

In our sleep, pain, which cannot forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom

From these he had fled into love, but now the love had grown cold, and in the night he heard it whistling through the chambers of his heart like a lost and gently crying wind.

The psychiatrist grew weary; found himself drifting into private sorrow. He glanced at a plaque that someone had given him the previous Christmas. MY BROTHER HURTS. I SHARE HIS PAIN. I MEET GOD IN HIM, he read. A failed encounter. He blamed himself. He had mapped the streets of his brother's torment, yet never had walked them; or so he believed. He thought that the pain which he felt was his own.

MY BROTHER HURTS. I SHARE HIS PAIN. I MEET GOD IN HIM.

Karl met the eyes that were shifting hardness, that were haggard wells of pain and blame; glimpsed briefly the dissolute bending of the lips and the ravaged face of a youth and a beauty buried alive in a thousand motel rooms, in a thousand awakenings from restless sleep with a stifled cry at remembered grace.

He dared not love again and lose. That loss was too great, that pain too keen.