Quotes About Pain

The impact had cut your upper lip in two, he had said, clean down the middle. Clean down the middle. Like a harelip.

She passed these years in a distant corner of her mind. A dry, barren field, out beyond wish and lament, beyond dream and disillusionment. There, the future did not matter. And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and it accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.

My body was broken - just how badly I wouldn't find out until later - but I felt healed. Healed at last.

with a thug of a string, i'd cut loose my pain, my longing...

It always hurts more to have and loose than not to have in first place

It hurts to say that," he said, shrugging. "But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.

she had hang up knowing that for the rest of her life it would slam into her at random moments, the guilt, the terrible remorse, catching her off guard, and that she would ache to the bones with it. She would wrestle with this, now and for all days to come. It would be the dripping faucet at the back of her mind.

El corazón de un hombre es miserable. No es como el vientre de una madre. No sangra, ni se ensancha para hacerte sitio.

I wished I could open my veins and drain his cursed blood from my body.

Infilai la foto dove l'avevo trovata. Mi resi conto che quei pensieri non mi avevano ferito. Chiudendo la porta della stanza mi chiesi se quello fosse il modo in cui sboccia il perdono, non con le fanfare di una epifania, ma con il dolore che, nel cuore della notte, fa i bagagli e si allontana senza nemmeno avvisare.

Today Baba got a blister when he put his palm down on the hood of our rental car! Mother had to put toothpaste on it.

Kehilangan sesuatu yang kita miliki selalu lebih menyakitkan daripada tidak memiliki sama sekali.

would set off a memory of that afternoon together. And it would all come rushing back. The spontaneity of it. Their astonishing imprudence. Their clumsiness. The pain of the act, the pleasure of it, the sadness of it. The heat of their entangled bodies.

Kabul is . . ." Idris searches for the right words. "A thousand tragedies per square mile.

he would not miss him as she did now, when the ache of his absence was her unremitting companion-like the phantom pain of an amputee

It was the way Nana uttered the word - not so much saying it as spitting it at her - that made Mariam feel the full sting of it.

Me ardía la cara. Ahí estaba de nuevo mi pasado; mi pasado era así, siempre volvía a aparecer. Su nombre surgía desde lo más profundo de mi ser, pero no quería pronunciarlo por temor a que se materializara.

Closing Sohrab's door, I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Tapi lebih baik disakiti oleh kenyataan daripada dinyamankan oleh kebohongan.

that each snowflake was a sigh heaved by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. That all the sighs drifted up the sky, gathered into clouds, then broke into tiny pieces that fell silently on the people below. As a reminder of how women like us suffer. How quietly we endure all that falls upon us.

Closing Sohrab's door, I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

me pregunté si el perdón se manifestaría de esa manera, sin la fanfarria de la revelación, si simplemente el dolor recogería sus cosas, haría las maletas y se esfumaría sin decir nada en mitad de la noche.

El silencio de Sohrab no era el silencio que alguien se impone a sí mismo por determinadas convicciones, ni el de los manifestantes que reivindican su causa sin pronunciar palabra. Era el silencio de quien se ha refugiado en un escondrijo oscuro, de quien se ha hecho un ovillo y se ha ocultado.

Ik deed Sohrabs deur dicht en vroeg me af of vergiffenis op die manier opbloeit: niet met het trompetgeschal van een openbaring, maar met de pijn die zijn boeltje pakt en midden in de nacht onaangekondigd wegglipt.