Quotes About Pain

I've thrown enough punches in my life to know when someone is hurting.

Listen to me, Cammie. There are things in this life…in this world…There are things that you don't want to remember." - Rachel Morgan

Pain seared through me again-a hot, burning stab in my gut-and yet my body found strength I didn't know I had, correcting as I fell.

These are the things I never say to anyone anymore. Not because I don't want to say them — I want to scream them. But these are the things that no one else can bear to hear.

My breath is coming too hard. I want to cry. To scream. To die.

The worst kind of torture is watching someone you love get hurt.

How is your injury?" Dominic asks. "My what?" It says a lot about me that I don't even notice the ache of a stab wound anymore, that a part of me is so utterly immune to pain. "It's fine. I mean, it hurts. But I'm used to that.

There was a time that [my mother's death] would have made me cry, but that's the good thing about being dead inside, I guess. Dead people don't feel pain.

Sé que no crees que pueda soportar saber lo que pasó. ¿Pero no lo ves? No hay nada peor que no saber.

Todo me dolía hasta que me cansé también de eso, porque con el tiempo, el dolor aburre

Porque jamás saldría indemne de aquella mirada, y jamás volvería a contemplar un fuego como el que alimentaba a aquellos ojos que ardían para herirme y para curarme a la vez.

Cuando pasa algo malo, pero malo de verdad, por mucho que llores, lo peor no es llorar, que eso a veces está bien, porque te quedas nuevo, lo peor empieza cuando no puedes llorar más, y entonces te das cuenta de que la tristeza es algo sucio, como un grumo gris, espeso, una pelota de barro dentro de los pulmones, que pesa, y la notas al respirar, todo el tiempo.

Era demasiado amor. Demasiado grande, demasiado complicado, demasiado confuso, y arriesgado, y fecundo, y doloroso. Tanto como yo podía dar, más del que me convenía. Por eso se rompió. No se agotó, no se acabó, no se murió, sólo se rompió, se vino abajo como una torre demasiado alta, como una apuesta demasiado alta, como una esperanza demasiado alta.

Power among humans is not simply the physical force with which one material body may move another; it is the force to distract, detour, maneuver, and command. Every pleasure we indulge in and every pain we suffer exerts power over others.

We would not know what happens if we did not know extreme pleasure, if we did not know extreme pain! It is because we sense that the only way to know what we are capable of, what we care about, what we fear, is to plunge into insecurity, loneliness, hunger, and cold, that we leave home to hitchhike across the country.

We all fall sometime, you're not the first. I know it hurts. In the end, you'll find what you deserve.

Grief, she learned, had many faces and all of them hurt.

And now I'm right back where I started. Sober and miserable.

I guess I just don't get the point. It's like, why should you bother getting attached to anything if, A: It's never gonna last, and B: It hurts like hell when it's over?

Like when you scrape your knee and you get a scar, but then the scar fades so much that no one can see it but you. But you know where it is. Cuz you remember what caused it. And no matter how hard you try, you can never forget how bad it hurt when it first happened.

And I know you've spent a lifetime trying to protect me from the staggering pain of grief that comes from losing the things and the people and the places you allowed yourself to care about--but guess what, Jennika--that's no way to live. As much as it hurts to lose something you love, there's much greater joy in getting to experience it for as long as it lasts.

No podía soportar el perderte de nuevo, – Él murmura, arrodillándose junto a mí. –No esta vez. No otra vez. –

Sometimes--sometimes it just hits me, you know? And, it's not getting any easier." I choke, my eyes flooding all over again. "I'm not sure that it will. I think you just get used to the feeling, the hollowness, the loss, and somehow learn to live around it

I can understand why you would want to be literally out of your own heard, because being inside your own head is unbearable.