Quotes About Pain

The science is clear. Social disconnection stimulates our brain's pain pathways and our stress response systems, making it more likely we'll seek out unhealthy sources of dopamine.

The fiercest emotional pain has the power to swallow you whole if you are stationary long enough.

some people bounced back from a train wreck and some people couldn't get over a bee sting.

Clara said that Billie Holiday woke up crying. Clara said that if you sing the blues, you know that if you can't make friends with grief, you've got to at least make way for it.

Criticism is like pain. It's not fun but if it doesn't hurt, no one pays attention.

She can paint a pretty picture but this story has a twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist.

And wishes, truly wishes, that she could say the same herself. Because hurting herself would be so much easier.

She can paint a lovely picture, but this story has a twist. her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist.

Devon had been so lonely, so terribly lonely, for so long. The kind of lonely that sears, that burrows its way deep inside a heart and throbs. Like a gnawing hunger.

Whoever decided that love should hurt sucks. It's been silent for too long, and I watch as Mom wipes a tear off her cheek. Whoever decided that life should hurt sucks even more.

But my experience is that people who have been through painful, difficult times are filled with compassion.

consolation is a beautiful word. everyone skins his knee-that doesnt make yours hurt anyless.

God. No wonder it was so easy. He's been bleeding since he was a baby. He just never told anyone. How do you even know it hurts after all that time?" Because you loved me, and I knew what it meant to feel.

I didn't have time to tell Bracken to care for her. I didn't have time to tell Arturo that I knew why he was hard on me, and it was okay. I didn't have time to tell Green that he was the sun and the moon and the stars. The Goddess gave me just enough time to feel her pain, to let her know I loved her. I had just long enough to say goodbye.

I tried very hard not to ponder the horrible irony that I was too ugly to love, and too ugly not to violate.

Sometimes the things that went on between two people were so private and so painful the the rest of the world needed to reserve judgement.

Krissa, tough Lady Krissa, who had stood by impassively while Areau vomited out ten years of bitter addiction, wiped her eyes and offered Areau Mrs. Wrinkle's pie in comfort, and it suddenly occurred to Areau in the strangest, most dreamlike of ways, that his pain was not the only pain on the planet.

Chase was gone then, and Donnie was back, alone in his room, wondering about those pictures from an art book he'd so admired. Because it felt like he'd just lived one, and it had been beautiful, so beautiful, and he'd been able to reach out and touch the lines of it, but it still hurt.

Comet finally lay there, eyes rolling, heart thundering, breath coming in pants, and waited for Deacon to make it better. Deacon positioned the gun, patted Comet's nose one last time, then stepped back and pulled the trigger and made it all better.

Sometimes people hurt each other, just by being. It's not your fault.

He cried. Like a child, when he hadn't even cried as a child, not even when his mom had left. Who would comfort him? Who would care?

Pulling away felt like ripping my own chest hair out. (Hair. Singular. I didn't delude myself.)

Cheever started rocking back and forth, shaking, and Cambridge made an unhappy little sound. "Oh, son. Pain makes you selfish, did you not know that?

We're all broken inside a little. You step on us in the right places, we're gonna fucking shatter.