Quotes About Pain

rent limb from limb, Anthony had been

The difference is this: You're lonely when you have something to share but no one to share it with. You're lost when you have nothing to share, no matter with whom you live. Of course, you can be both lonely and lost, but of the two, lost inflicts the greater pain.

Twice I fought back, but I got pretty badly beaten

There a painless death awaits him who can no longer bear the sorrows of this life.

There a painless death awaits him who can no longer bear the sorrows of this life. If death is welcome let him seek it there.

It is a very painful thing, having to part company with what torments you. And how mute the world is!

The pain, or the memory of pain, that here was literally sucked away by something nameless until only a void was left. The knowledge that this question was possible: pain that turns finally into emptiness. The knowledge that the same equation applied to everything, more or less.

I have been very miserable since - miserable not for an hour but for months on end - but I can still feel that hour's misery in its perfect desolation, if I am fool enough to call it up in my mind.

Augustine explains that in the Manichaean system, this cross of light represents fragments of the divine nature that have become entrapped in human bodies or elsewhere in creation, particularly in vegetables or fruits. These fragments then feel acute pain when they are cut, cooked, chewed, or digested

I am hurt...in ways you cannot see, and that I cannot explain, even to myself, but only know that they are there, and a part of me, as much as my hands and eyes and breath are a part of me.

She poured the water, arranged some bread near enough the embers to scorch but not catch fire, and looked up at Little John. She was so accustomed to his step, to his bulk, that it took a moment to notice his face; and when she did . . . It was, she thought, rather like the moment it took to realize one had cut one's finger as one stared dumbly at the first drop of blood on the knife-blade. You know it is going to hurt quite a lot in a minute.

Tiny fists can hurt quite a lot when they hit you in the face.

There were some things that took life and broke it, not merely into meaninglessness, but with active malice flung the pieces farther, into hell.

Betrayal would be a different sort of sick.

He ran till he was blind with running, till he thought he had lived his entire life running, one foot pounding down in front of the other endlessly, till his bones were on fire with it, and every time either foot struck the ground his whole body cried out against the jolt. He set his teeth and ran on.

But I return to you now all that you did give me: all the rage and the terror, the pain and the hatred that should have been love. The nightmares and the waking dreams that are worse than nightmares because they are memories. These I return to you for I want them no more, and I will bear them not one whit of my time on this earth more.

total of 895,000 French soldiers died in battle during the Great War, but a further 420,000 died of wounds in the casualty clearing stations, from gangrene or septicaemia or some other sickness, much of it preventable.

Todos necesitamos negar lo que nos resulta demasiado doloroso o amenazador para aceptarlo. La negación es un medio natural de autoprotección, que obra en forma automática y espontánea.

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There are no mistakes in life, only lessons. There is no such thing as a negative experience, only opportunities to grow, learn and advance along the road of self-mastery. From struggle comes strength. Even pain can be a wonderful teacher.

The price of discipline is always less than the pain of regret.

pain is a teacher and failure is the highway to success.

Every year that I live I am more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the selfish prudence which will risk nothing, and which, shirking pain, misses happiness as well." —Mary Cholmondeley