Quotes About Pain

Seine Knochen schmerzten. Keiner hat ihm gesagt, dass Trauer ein Schmerz in den Knochen ist, in jeder Zelle des Körpers.

There's an unconscious bias in our society: girls are wonderful boys are terrible. And to be a boy, or young man, growing up, having to listen to all this, it must be painful.

I would talk to him over breakfast and try to gauge how he was handling his life. Life is a struggle, I would tell him. Some days are better than others, and every person's life is bittersweet, filled with joy and pain.

Life is a struggle, I would tell him. Some days are better than others, and every person's life is bittersweet, filled with joy and pain.

There are seeds of self-destruction in all of us that will bare only unhappiness if allowed to grow.

For years and years, I convinced myself that I was unbreakable, an animal with an animal strength or something not human at all. Me, I told people, I take damage like a wall, a brick wall that never falls down, never feels anything, never flinches or remembers. I am one woman but I carry in my body all the stories I have ever been told, women I have known, women who have taken damage until they tell themselves they can feel no pain at all.

The desperate need to be alone with Laurel, to force truth from her, began hammering against his temples until he wanted to cry out from the pain of it.

and wished with all her heart that she wasn't so tired, wished that a broken wrist would radiate violent pain instead of this strange numbing ache that was exhausting her by its subtlety and consistency.

from Omar Khayyam's Rubaiyat: "Set not thy heart on any good or gain, Life means but pleasure, or means but pain; when Time lets slip a little perfect hour, O take it - for it will not come again.

No one outside of our family unit would ever guess that away from prying eyes, we were systematically tearing ourselves apart. Away from the outside world, everyone in our family started to fall to pieces, and never really recovered. Even though our times together are always fun and laughter-filled, the closeness we once shared is gone. In its place is guilt, regret, the ability to say the nastiest things and, for the longest minute on earth, mean every word of them

São aqueles que mais amamos que nos animam num instante e nos destroem sem se esforçarem.

Old pain doesn't completely die. Time may soothe it, stoke over it until it looks like it has healed, but it never dies properly. It stays with you, it lives in the cracks of your soul, waiting for moments when you feel true pain

When you love someone, them being hurt is worse than any pain that you could suffer.

We've got to laugh or break our hearts in this damnable world.

Résumé Razors pain you, Rivers are damp, Acids stain you, And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful, Nooses give, Gas smells awful. You might as well live.

Hell's afloat in lover's tears.

Love is happy only when it is confident. When it is humble, it is full of pain and misgiving; there is hardly any happiness to be had out of it at all.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Bottoming can "turn off our brains" – giving us a quiet respite, in the endorphin high of pain play, the stillness of bondage, or the clarity of giving good service, from the day-to-day clutter and chatter of existence.

The Holocaust, African slavery, the Spanish Inquisition, the rape of Nanking. These scenes are more than merely hot.

Bullying. In BDSM we get to act out from parts of ourselves that could not be described as nice: the bully, the villain, the inquisitor, the brute, the betrayer. Wicked, wicked, wicked. And popular. Check out mainstream movies, or fiction from best-sellers to classical mythology, for verification that everybody adores a really good villain. Those bad guys are big. Big enough to carry all the world's ills, and create all the pain and trouble a hungry bottom could want to suffer.

To be numb to another's pain—to be acculturated to violence—is arguably one of the worst consequences our technological advances have wrought.

And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.

I don't deserve a soul, yet I still have one. I know because it hurts.