Quotes About Pain

Words are the mirrors of our discontents merely; they contain all the huge unhatched eggs of the world's sorrows.

We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.

There are hurts so deep that one cannot reach them or heal them with words.

The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.

The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.

When you feel like you've had it up to here, and you're mad enough to scream, but you're sad enough to tear, that's rock bottom.

Mean people are really just sad people. They hurt others because they are hurting. Every person is born beautiful, and much of the ugliness in others was put inside of them by other hurting people.

Oh, I wouldn't say Love always makes you happy. Sometimes it makes you incredibly sad.

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who loses a child.

What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.

That old feeling is still in my leaking heart.

Sometimes to realize you were well, someone must come along and hurt you.

I hear a thunder in the distance; see a vision of the cross. I feel the pain that was given on a sad day of loss. Only He holds the key: a light to free me from my burden and grant me life eternally.

Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from.

I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.

Sorrow spares no one, and scars respect no person.

Our hearts are breaking... We are lonely and deserted, sad and sick.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

Drowning was bad enough. But drowning sad and sober, that's too cruel.

If I'm feeling hurt, sad, lonely, depressed, and then I shame myself for feeling that, then that's a black hole for me. I really have worked a lot to meet pain with both gratitude and gentleness.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

Everybody's damaged by something.

She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth.

Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.