Quotes About Pain

Why, in fact, is the word pain rarely used when describing depression? The dictionary uses synonyms such as melancholy, despondency, and sadness.

It hurt to be so alone. It hurt to be forgotten.

Not only are there before and after, but there are also beginnings and returns. Not only is there the creation of the humans, formed of corn or clay, with a breath of wind or a god, but there are mythic destinies. Sometimes myth is formed by the body and what happens to it, especially in the realm of pain, depth, and birth. Phantoms of generations past are in our bodies. These explain us to ourselves.

He had destroyed her, so why couldn't she destroy him in return?

hurting was better than dying.

Her eyes were raw, burning with the hell inside her.

Love! Who ever said that love made the world go round? Love was a killing pain, an addiction that had to be fed; yet even in her pain she knew that she wouldn't have it any other way.

Pure hell was living in her eyes.

How do you function when your entire body has been overtaken by searing emotional pain? How do you function when a huge hole had been ripped in your life? How do you ever smile again, laugh again, feel joy again? You just do it...Because you have no choice.

The thing about love is you always end up losing it.

Emma awakened Steven rudely by arching her back and letting out a howl of startled discomfort. He sat bolt upright in bed, shoved one hand through his hair in agitation, and babbled that he was willing to pay five thousand dollars for the piece of land he wanted, and not a cent more. In spite of her pain, Emma laughed at his incoherency. "I'm in labor, Mr. Fairfax," she told him, as her stomach contorted visibly beneath her nightgown and her face twisted in a grimace.

Steven Fairfax was nothing but a saddle-bum—maybe he was even wanted by the law—and bathing him was not a ladylike thing to do. Still, there was the way he smiled. And that glint of mischief in his eyes, overpowering the pain he must be enduring. And the soft, distinctly Southern way he spoke—it was like listening to warm rain fall on the summerhouse roof. Emma

An actual misfortune is almost always less painful to him than his fear of it, just as, of course, his actual experience of joys is almost always less stirring than his hopes and anticipations of them.

We try to get out of these cocoons and make our way down to where our bodies are. We try shoplifting and racist/sexist/ageist humor (trying to offend our way out); we get naked on stage. We try sleep deprivation and razors on our skin. We date creepy, scary sleazes who we half-hope, half-fear might do the cutting for us. But we're so used to living inside a dream, even cutting feels dreamy. We can't get out. We can't wake up.

Pain is not what you see and not what you feel. Pain is what you can only hear, alone in the dark.

They died, leaving behind the kind of void that is never filled, a relentless ache that follows an abandoned child throughout her entire life. And

turned out, a giant well of emptiness had always existed inside me. A void so deep and black and ugly, I wasn't just empty, I was hollowed out by the losses in my life. Until there were days I didn't dare go outside because I worried the wind would blow me away. The pills became my

And I take all that sadness back inside me, cleaning the floor, sweeping up the shredded bits of wax, because I don't want to leave any trace of my pain behind.

look at him. But I can't. Too many things are exploding in my head, and the memories are both simpler and more horrible

You hurt, and you hate hurting. Worse, you feel helpless, which in turn makes you feel hopeless, and you are not a woman accustomed to either emotion.

Don't ignore your pain. Register, accept, then work with your own body to push through. Naming your pain . . . It's simply a device to help you identify and focus. If calling your pain Melvin makes you feel stupid, don't do it. Refer to it as Pain or don't call it anything at all. But acknowledge your pain threshold. Consider how your injury feels. Then work with your body to do what you need to do.

Bien sûr, des inconnus peuvent vous faire du mal. Mais les gens que vous aimez font ça tellement mieux...

An addict is someone who uses their body to tell society that something is wrong.

Anyway, maybe there weren't any solutions. Human society, corpses and rubble. It never learned, it made the same cretinous mistakes over and over, trading short-term gain for long-term pain.