Quotes About Pain

the hospital treated 11,602 patients, sixty-four a day, for injuries and ailments that suggest that the mundane sufferings of people have not changed very much over the ages. The list included: 820 cases of diarrhea; 154, constipation; 21, hemorrhoids; 434, indigestion; 365, foreign bodies in the eyes; 364, severe headaches; 594 episodes of fainting, syncope , and exhaustion; 1 case of extreme flatulence; and 169 involving teeth that hurt like hell.

My prophetic task would be twofold: to stand up to him, and to stand by him. To awaken his conscience, and to salve the pain this would cause him.

All the despair, terror and anguish of hundreds of souls passing into eternity composed that awful cry.

I am tired of always dying with a broken heart.

She's as funny as a toothache

To grow up at all is to conceal the mass of internal scar tissue that throbs in our dreams.

I'm not brave any more darling. I'm all broken. They've broken me.

My heart's broken,' he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.

Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.

I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one's own body.

You'll ache. And you're going to love it. It will crush you. And you're still going to love all of it.

My father was a deeply sentimental man. And like all sentimental men, he was also very cruel.

When she cried her whole face went to pieces.

They are not sorrows, so much as terrible things.

This is the second day now that I do not know the result of the juegos he thought. But I must have confidence and I must be worthy of the great DiMaggio who does all things perfectly even with the pain of the bone spur in his heel.

It made him feel as a wound does that you think you cannot bear. But you can bear anything, he thought.

He had been contemptuous of those who wrecked. You did not have to like it because you understood it. He could beat anything, he thought, because no thing could hurt him if he did not care. All right. Now he would not care for death. One thing he had always dreaded was the pain. He could stand pain as well as any man, until it went on too long, and wore him out, but here he had something that had hurt frightfully and just when he had felt it breaking him, the pain had stopped.

Ay, he said aloud. There is no translation for this word and perhaps it is just a noise such as a man might make, involuntarily, feeling the nail go through his hands and into the wood.

She smiled and her face was heartbreaking.

She said nothing is done to oneself that one does not accept and that if I loved someone it would take it all away.

But why must all the operations in life be performed without an anesthetic?

Oh Daddy, can't you give her something to make her stop screaming? asked Nick. No. I haven't any anesthetic, his father said. But her screams are not important. I don't hear them because they are not important. -Indian Camp-

Her lips an island in the sudden white sea of pain that came in a shining, unbearable, rising, blinding wave and swept him clean.

I must hold his pain where it is, he thought. Mine does not matter. I can control mine. But his pain could drive him mad.