Quotes About Pain

If someone burns out your eye I will take your socket and use it for an ashtray.

Pain engraves a deeper memory.

It was also my violent heart that broke.

I am ugly, submerged in my own past and my own madness

I am so tired of that old suffering.

My heart cracked like a doll-dish...

I think language is beautiful. I even think insanity is beautiful (surely the root of language), except that it is painful.

I've been taking it easy on you, kid, can tell you're having fun. But it's all sensation to you so far. I haven't pushed you, taken you out of yourself, looked for that place inside where you give yourself to your top. Sometimes pleasure can take a bottom there, but more often it's pain that does.

It's like the grief has been covered over with some kind of blanket. It's still there, but the sharpest edges are .. muffled, sort of. Then, ever now and then, I lift the corner of the blanket just to check, and .. whoa! Like a knife! I'm not sure that will ever change.

People imagine that missing a loved one works kind of like missing cigarettes,' he said. 'The first day is really hard but the next day is less hard and so forth, easier and easier the longer you go on. But instead it's like missing water. Every day, you notice the person's absence more.

You can't just pull anger out of a hat and make it work for you. You have to feel bad first. You always have to suffer

Pain is pain, however it begins. And however you got here, one thing is for sure: your self-loathing is not your fault.

We believe that whatever feels at first like joy is not. Or is, but will not last. Or should not last. We feel so sure of this that we will undermine our own inklings of joy, blunting the pain we think awaits. This way we beat pain to the punch. We will not simply sit/stand/lie like suckers when the practical joke finishes, the push, the pendulum. We will not let ourselves be caught off-guard by joy and its evil conjoined twin, irony.

Some of us have spent our whole lives committing suicide. And some of us survived.

Sólo sufres en proporción al daño que tú mismo te haces, a título personal, o el que recibes de los demás concediéndoles el derecho de hacértelo.

One sometimes clings tightly to pain, to bitter home-sickness and bitter regret, but one forgets one's guilt; in vain, you might think back to the beginning (who led me this far?). If only you were allowed to accuse once more, turn to others once more, love once more! You plunge into the wide, ocean-like hallucination, you have faith and pray, and forget your dark fear when you gaze into the face of your beloved. But how should one fight it?

I saw it dissolve into a strangely clear horizon-there, a striated pyramid, stood the extinct volcano, a pain filled, deeply moving sight: permanence.

y yo siento el impulso irresistible de acercármele y, más amargo y doloroso aún, el impulso de seguir[la], (...) nace en mí como un anhelo y un mandato.

A pentagram is burning in your eyes and soft, pale twists of wolfbane squeeze your heart. A grinding pain is writhing in your thighs the crunch of bones proclaims the changes start.

Her screams, as always, were silent.

La mattina dopo mi sono stesa sul letto e mi sono infilata il ferro da maglia nel sesso, piano piano. Andavo a tentoni senza trovare il collo dell'utero e un non riuscivo a non fermarmi appena sentivo un po' di dolore. Mi sono resa conto che da sola non ce l'avrei fatta. La mia impotenza mi gettava nella disperazione. Non ero all'altezza. "Niente. Mi sembrava impossibile. Piango e non ne posso più".

Il y avait d'un côté la souffrance, de l'autre la pensée incapable de s'exercer sur autre chose que le constat et l'analyse de cette souffrance.

Je fais du jardinage, je sarcle la pente et je me souviens d'octobre dernier où, dans la douleur, parce qu'il ne m'avait pas appelée, je travaillais là, de la même manière.

En mi diario aparece escrito el 19 de enero: «Pequeños dolores. No sé cuánto tiempo va a necesitar el embrión para morir y ser expulsado. Un clarín toca La Marsellesa, se oyen risas en la planta de arriba. Así es la vida».