Quotes About Pain

There are certain kinds of death that one should not be expected to relive, certain kinds of connections so deep that when they are broken you feel the snap of the link inside you.

When the memory became too faint, too abstract, it would transform itself into an old rotator cuff injury, a pain so thin yet so sharp that he could trace the line of it all the way across his shoulder blade and down his back.

Your basic sense of people is that they are out to hurt you and secretly enjoy your suffering. It is the emotional tone of your relationships—the feeling that surrounds you when somebody gets close.

Someone in your family seemed to get pleasure from seeing you suffer.

Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.

Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.

Spending $1 for a brand new house would feel very, very good. Spending $1 000 for a ham sandwich would feel very, very bad. Spending $19 000 for a small family car would feel, well, more or less right. But as with physical pain, fiscal pain can depend on the individual, and everyone has a different threshold.

In our moments of pain and trial, I guess we would shudder to think it could be worse, but without the atonement it not only could be worse, it would be worse.

Surely each of us could sight an endless array of old scars and sorrows and painful memories that at this very moment still corrode the peace of someone's heart…

When I was a kid," he said, "I used to run around this place barefoot, until I stepped on one of those pop-tops. I have a semicircular scar, big one, on my heel." A hand on the doorframe for support, he lifted up one of his feet and pointed. She stopped, looked, seeing the little scar that was virtually identical to the one on 'her' foot.

nothing hurts worse or steals more joy than broken relationships. We can heal and hurt each other, and we do.

Grief cannot be sidestepped; it must be endured.

No matter what you say you want, if you've got an underlying subconscious belief that it's going to cause you pain or isn't available to you, you either A) Won't let yourself have it, or B) You will let yourself have it, but you'll be rill fucked up about it. And then you'll go off and lose it anyway.

can stay stuck for years, or even lifetimes, in situations that cause us pain because we'd rather defend these nontruths than upset or disappoint anybody, our own inner critics included. We'd rather do what's expected of us than give ourselves permission to be, do, and have what feels good and right and awesome.

No matter what you say you want, if you've got an underlying subconscious belief that it's going to cause you pain or isn't available to you, you either A) Won't let yourself have it, or B) You will let yourself have it, but you'll be rill fucked up about it. And then you'll go off and lose it anyway. We

But by confronting whatever lies beneath—be it our guilt for wanting more money or our mismanaged investments or our less-than-impressive plans for getting rich—once we give it attention and untangle it, we empower ourselves to end the torture. Our attempt to avoid pain backfires on us all the time.

You're not so different from Kiernan anyway. You both have lived long enough to lose friends—too long, maybe. Perhaps that's why the Minstrel wears a mask and keeps people at arm's length: he too knows the pain of loving too much.

No," he said, "I have no sensation there." That was true, and it was the blessing of scars: the deeper they were, the more you couldn't feel anything in them at all.

blessing of scars: the deeper they were, the more you couldn't feel anything in them at all.

Life is so often unfair and painful and love is hard to find and you have to take it whenever and wherever you can get it, no matter how brief it is or how it ends.

Thomas cracks his joints on the steering wheel. It's all right. I mean, it's not, but of course you wouldn't know. It's not exactly something I advertise. And I only bring it up now to let you know I'm in your corner. Life is so often unfair and painful and love is hard to find and you have to take it whenever and wherever you can get it, no matter how brief it is or how it ends. So I understand. That's all.

A bereavement club. You don't choose to join it; it's thrust upon you. And the members whose lives have been changed have more knowledge than those who aren't in it, but the price of belonging is so terribly high.

There are many stages of grief. It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way -- cracks you open to feeling. When you try to avoid the pain, it creates greater pain. I'm a human being, having a human experience in front of the world. I wish it weren't in front of the world. I try really hard to rise above it.

My parents' divorce left me with a lot of sadness and pain and acting, and especially humour, was my way of dealing with all that.