Quotes About Pain

Her muscles cramped and eventually seized. When

He didn't kill himself. The grief did that." "I

What you have to realize is that crying is God's way of helping us wash away the pain. So don't you ever apologize for crying;

In time, though, you learn how to live with the pain. You learn how to live with all the memories, and you learn not to fear them. You learn to embrace them, to welcome them.

Suddenly the black torturer laid down the pipes and rose, towering over the writhing white figure.

It was a convulsion of obscenity, a spasm of lasciviousness – an exudation of secret hungers framed by compulsion: desire without pleasure, pain mated awfully to lust. It was like watching a soul stripped naked, and all its dark and unmentionable secrets laid bare.

In this world men struggle and suffer vainly, finding pleasure only in the bright madness of battle

Do you want to know the secret of pain? If you just stop feeling it, you can start to use it.

Pero yo le podría evitar el sufrimiento, la lucha, el dolor y la tristeza a los que va a tener que enfrentarse. ?Nuestra experiencia es lo único que no podemos ofrecer a los demás. Cada uno tiene que pasar por su propio dolor y pesar para poder encontrar la alegría y la felicidad que hay al otro lado ?le dijo Merlín con dulzura.

It is natural for us to avoid pain and conflict. So, seeking the truth is not something we do by nature. It is a discipline, and like every discipline, is not natural. As we build our life as art, one discipline we will need to master is fluency in reality. We need to know exactly how it is. We will need to raise our level of objectivity, discernment, and awareness.

What pleasure can it give God to see a man devoured by a cancer; to see the quivering flesh slowly eaten; to see the nerves throbbing with pain? Is this a festival for God?

man has the right to stop the pulse of pain and woo the sleep that has no dream.

When a man is of no use to himself or to others, when his days and nights are filled with pain and sorrow, why should he remain to endure them longer?

As long as there shall be pain and failure, want and sorrow, agony and crime, men and women will untie life's knot and seek the peace of death.

It's that wounded-poet crap, that soul-pain shit, that too-much-of-a-tortured-genius-to-wash bollocks. Brush your teeth, you little bastard. You're not fucking Byron.

Except that once you had broken up, it was much easier to do so again. He ought to know. How many times had he and Charlotte split? How many times had their relationship fallen to pieces, and how many times had they tried to reassemble the wreckage? There had been more cracks than substance by the end: they had lived in a spider's web of fault lines, held together by hope, pain and delusion.

Hell's built on regret.

Strike missed the absence of an overriding objective, in pursuit of which he could shelve his sadness; missed the imperative to dismiss pain and distress in the service of something greater, which had sustained him in the military.

They heard each other only by accident, in brief pauses for breath, each of them howling their resentment and pain across the room like flaming spears that burned into dust before touching their target.

How many more burdens was he supposed to bear? Had he not paid enough, given enough, sacrificed enough—loved enough?

He felt as though his capacity for loving had been blunted, the nerve endings severed.

Why did the memory of innocence sting so much, as you got older? Why did the memory of the child who'd thought she was invulnerable, who'd never known cruelty, give her more pain than pleasure?

Jesus fucking Christ," said Strike, "is he mentally ill? Of course he is," he answered himself immediately. "Of course he's mentally ill. He wants to cut his fucking leg off. Jesus fucking Christ.

Por qué dolía tanto recordar la inocencia de la infancia cuando una se hacía mayor?