Quotes About Pain

remembering better times whereas naming no names some of us would rather not remember something some of us have got enough bloody nightmares already

Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that day that I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

The pain in my stomach had come back and in the form of birds trying to peck their way out of my body.

I don't understand it," I continued. "These things, they just keep happening, and I know it has to mean something. It has to. I want my suffering to mean something. I want this pain to matter.

Even the notion of "quality of life" as a measurable standard is based on assumptions that a "good" healthy life is one without disability, pain, and suffering. I live with all three intimately, and I feel more vital than ever at this point in time because of my experiences and relationships. Vulnerable "high-risk" people are some of the strongest, most interdependent, and most resilient people around.

No, I'm the human here. I'm the life at stake. I'm the one with fingernails, who feels pain. Me".

Dear Lord, can you take it away... This pain in my heart that follows me day by day, and at night it stalks me like the shadows on my wall.

He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in...

Cuando recibió el primer disparo, no le dolió nada. Por un instante creyó que tenía una flor grande, roja y caliente sobre el pecho, la quiso coger para llevarle a su madre, pero estaba maniatado; sin embargo, todos le vieron sonreír, y cayó muerto. De 'Tobita', p.48.

No había dinero en el mundo capaz de pagar sus favores, porque la constante penetración del macho no era solamente a su himen maltratado, sino que iba hasta la pulverización de todo sentimiento humano.

Your unconscious wants to express the pain you feel about your own lost innocence. But your ego wants to keep it repressed. To the compromise is anxiety.

She ached: oh, how she ached. Her soul was like one big bruise.

Maerad was pierced by a sudden grief, and briefly forgot all about pretense and masks: the world was too cruel for play.

It is the pain of being in the world, where so much that is fair passes into death and forgetfulness. But if we are to know joy, we must embrace that pain. You cannot have one without the other." Maerad nodded, her face downcast. Sometimes, it seemed to her, the pain far outweighed the joy.

You have a great heart, but will only find it to be so through great pain. This is the wisdom of love, and its doubtful gift. . . . I have endured much suffering and still remain unbitter and unclosed.

There is no shame in loving: it is the sign of a generous heart, and pain the price of an open soul.

Even for the luckiest of us, life is mostly pain, with moments of happiness thrown in just to keep us vertical.

Am I that hard to understand? Or is it just that they don't want to understand me, people like Glynne Barrett, who curate their wardrobes and fuss over websites and run from anything raw and unplanned, as though my type of pain were catching?

a couple with a missing child, like any couple anywhere with any missing child. They have nothing.

The hurt's the same. The wound never heals. The details never fade.

He gave her his half-smile and the sad curve of it pierced her heart.

I had never loved with such devotion. From what I had seen, it brought only suffering.

No entiendo por qué te empeñas en seguir escribiendo —me dijo una vez que estaba especialmente deprimida —. Da la impresión de que hacerlo te causa un enorme malestar.

Your heart literally hurts when it's breaking. You can feel it, every beat another ache, and nothing you can do will stop it, either from beating or breaking.