Quotes About Pain

Yet in the awful majesty of her pain he went out to her unreservedly, almost sexually. He wanted to gather her up in her arms, as he so often had Nicole, and cherish even her mistakes, so deeply were they part of her. The orange light through the drawn blind, the sarcophagus of her figure on the bed, the spot of face, the voice searching in the vacuity of her illness and finding only remote abstractions. As he arose the tears fled lava-like into her bandages.

Only the image of a third person, even a vanished one, entering into his relation with Rosemary was needed to throw him off his balance and send through him waves of pain, misery, desire, desperation. The vividly pictured hand on Rosemary's cheek, the quicker breath, the white excitement of the event viewed from outside, the inviolable secret warmth within.

Ne gariptir, ac?dan kaç?nmaya çal???rken, bazen bizi o noktaya getiren ayak izlerinin bir bir üzerinden geçmek gerekebilir.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of the individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye.

Dear little Dot, life is so damned hard. [...] So damned hard, so damned hard, he repeated aimlessly; it just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does.

She shut her eyes and he could see that the lids were trembling. Dear little Dot, life is so damned hard. She was crying upon his shoulder. So damned hard, so damned hard, he repeated aimlessly; it just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does. Frantic

Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure

Ninguna cantidad de fuego o frescura puede desafiar lo que un hombre puede almacenar en los fantasmas de su corazón.

Beauty means the agony of sacrifice and the end of agony

T hey were both restless in the night. In a day or two Dick would try to banish the ghost of Rosemary before it became walled up with them, but for the moment he had no force to do it. Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure and the memory so possessed him that for the moment there was nothing to do but to pretend.

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My thu-umb!" explained Julie. "Oh-h-h-h, t'urts.

She looks at him once more, with infinite longing, infinite sadness.

They had senselessly begun to abuse each other's love, tear it into shreds.

One gal drank a can of floor wax and topped it off with a cup of Clorox, trying to separate herself from the same world he was in.

but she never did cry. She was too hurt to cry.… You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.

a heart can be broken, but it keep on beating, just the same.

Quienes más sufren son quienes menos lo dicen.

I just think humiliation really causes more harm than maybe being physically beaten.

She was too hurt to cry….You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.

She had no interest in love. Love had taken her in the back room and beaten her up pretty badly.

She knew that being in love all by yourself was the loneliest, most painful experience known to man—or woman—and there was nothing she could do to help him.

The American political system has lost the ability for large-scale compromise, and it has lost the ability to accept some pain now for much gain later on.

That's the thing with betrayal- it's always the people you love.