Quotes About Pain

I don't love anybody, Krebs said. It wasn't any good. He couldn't tell her, he couldn't make her see it. It was silly to have said it. He had only hurt her.

No matter what you do, no matter how hard you work, how much you love, they catch you off guard one day and break you.

Ain't we all been hurt by slavery?

The moving of the boulders was weary and painful work. We came to know every one of the stones by sight and touch, and I have vivid memories of their angular peculiarities even to-day.

This is perhaps why so many of us who know love fear love. We know that love is not the absence of pain. If anything, love is the promise of pain. No one has loved more deeply than God. Has anyone ever been more betrayed? God would not know suffering if He did not know love. But because He is Love, He chose to suffer on our behalf. Without love there is no glory in suffering.

Podemos tener tanto miedo a la muerte que nunca vivimos, tanto miedo al fracaso que nunca nos arriesgamos, tanto miedo al dolor que nunca descubrimos cuán fuertes somos realmente.

Hidden in your fears is the faith you are searching for. If you want to meet God, stand in your fears. Stand in your pain. Stand when everything inside you tells you to withdraw. Elijah ran from God and ran right into him.

The way of the warrior is not free from pain, it is not free from disappointment, and it is not free from failure. The warrior knows well the struggles that come with fear and self-doubt and even despair. The warrior knows there are no victories that are not first won - within. Never forget who you are.

El deseo de provocar en el amado un dolor similar al sufrido o de anunciar públicamente su vínculo, tras una vida de secreto, refuerza el carácter narcisista e infantil del amor sentido.

My husband deals with pain; I deal with pleasure. They are intimately acquainted.

When I ask her if her open marriage isn't painful, she answers, "Sometimes it is. Sometimes it's not. But monogamy—which we never negotiated, by the way—was painful, too.

Revenge often looks petty, but I have come to respect the depth of hurt it conceals.

Betrayed by our beloved, we suffer the loss of a coherent narrative—the "internal structure that helps us predict and regulate future actions and feelings [creating] a stable sense of self," as psychiatrist Anna Fels defines it.

infidelity is not just a loss of love; it is a loss of self.

Steven Stosny observes that "if loss of power was the problem in intimate betrayal, then anger would be the solution. But the great pain in intimate betrayal has little to do with loss of power. Perceived loss of value is what causes your pain—you feel less lovable.

pain gathering up its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night," to borrow the words of Khaled Hosseini.3

Is the sorrow of death the same as the sorrow of knowing the pain in a child's future? What about the melancholy of music? Is it the same as the melancholy of a summer dusk? Is the loss I was feeling for my father the same I would have felt for a man better-fit to the world, a man who might have thrown a baseball with me or taken me out in the mornings to fish? Both we call grief. I don't think we have words for our feelings any more than we have words for our thoughts.

Watching love die: that's an ornery armor-piercing bullet. When taking the kids to school, the laundry, and the dishes rain down on the last remaining coals of your romance like piss on a morning campfire. When all you're left with is enough smoke to choke on. Then your heart is dead.

Some things suck; they hurt bad. The question is, Do you have the courage to let them?

PUPIL: Are the roots of words square? PROFESSOR: Square or cube. That depends. PUPIL: I've got a toothache.

Provare dolore è naturale. Superarlo è una questione di scelta.

Love changes everything. Days are longer, words mean more. Love changes everything. Pain is deeper than before. Love can turn your world around, and that world will last forever.

You feel ugly, you feel used, you feel broken you feel bruised. Ahh but me, I can see all the beauty underneath. You've been robbed of love and pride. Been ignored and cast aside. Even so, I still know there is beauty underneath. Diamonds never sparkled bright, if they are they are set just right. Beauty sometimes goes unseen. -Phantom

O, who shall from this dungeon raise A soul enslaved so many ways? With bolts of bones, that fettered stands In feet; and manacled in hands. Here blinded with an eye: and there Deaf with the drumming of an ear; A soul hung up, as 'twere, in chains Of nerves, and arteries, and veins; Tortured, besides each other part, In a vain head and double heart?