Quotes About Pain

I believe, she said slowly at last, that the tormented are very close to God. I'm sorry, Sergeant. He

She took the story in like some strange, spiked gift, too fragile to drop, too painful to hold.

You should have fallen in love with a happy man, if you wanted happiness. But no, you had to fall for the breathtaking beauty of pain. Cordelia's Honor, Lois McMaster Bujold

Pero el dolor... no me parece motivo suficiente para dejar que la vida pase de largo. Cuando uno está muerto no siente dolor. Al igual que el tiempo, el dolor pasará de todos modos. La pregunta es, ¿cuántos momentos gloriosos eres capaz de arrebatarle a la vida a pesar del dolor?

My mother was a real soldier, too. And I don't think she ever failed to feel another's pain. Not even her enemy's.

A little time passed, with nothing to distract him from the full enjoyment and appreciation of his new array of physical sensations. He'd thought he'd sampled every sort of agony in the catalogue, but the goons' shock-sticks had found out nerves and synapses and ganglial knots he'd never known he possessed. Nothing like pain, to concentrate the attention upon the self.

The blade left him; a warm gush of liquid spurted from the mouth of his wound after it. Cazaril had hoped to pass out, but he only swayed as pads were clapped to him and held hard fore and aft.

But pain ... seems to me an insufficient reason not to embrace life. Being dead is quite painless. Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?

Most days it's just stumbling around in the dark with the rest of creation, smashing into things and wondering why it hurts.

If the gods saw people's souls but not their bodies, in mirror to the way people saw bodies but not souls, it might explain why the gods were so careless of such things as appearance, or other bodily functions. Such as pain? Was pain an illusion, from the gods' point of view? Perhaps heaven was not a place, but merely an angle of view, a vantage, a perspective.

This is a true prophecy, as true as yours ever were. When the souls rise up in glory, yours shall not be shunned nor sundered, but shall be the prize of the gods' gardens. Even your darkness shall be treasured then, and all your pain made holy.

She was not the first woman he'd met who endured dire pain in disturbing silence

Certain death still held attraction. Uncertain death, less so. He hurt enough already.

How does immorality slip into a person's life who is experiencing great emotional pain? It does so in the form of relief. The adversary disguises it to look good and justified in the early stages. By the time it is seen as bad medicine, it is well into the system of the patient.

Waiting (a tough thing to do), focusing on other things, and trusting the Lord will take care of future hopes is much safer than looking at a new person to take the pain away.

In the middle of deep emotional pain, immorality can be rationalized and appear justified because our vision is blurred. We are viewing through the eyes of one focused on relief, not on the Lord.

Emotional pain is a terrible thing to endure, but the solution is not anything unbiblical.

Her head throbbed as though gremlins were ripping holes in her brain

His lips covered hers as he laid the gauze on her leg. Fiery pain shot through her flesh as his lips swallowed her cry, then replaced it with such amazing sensation she wanted to whimper in return. He licked her lips. He didn't steal her kiss. He didn't take it. He cajoled it from her.

He is not coming back. And it hurt.It hurt until she was a mass of pain,worse than it had been when she thought he was dead. More all consuming. Ravaging her insides.

It was my baby, too." His voice was husky, filled with regret, with pain. "But even more than that, Sherra, you're my soul. You're every breath I take. I would give my life to have saved you. I would give it now if it would mean I could go back and spare you this pain." The dampness from his eyes soaked the swarthy complexion, lined with pain and regret. "I would do anything, everything, baby, to ease this pain for you.

Do you speak Gaelic Noah? she suddenly asked. His heart clenched. It actually hurt, as though spikes of steel had been dug into it. should I? Maybe not...

He could hope for many things, though he had stopped doing so long ago. If one didn't hope, then disappointment didn't visit. Hoping meant you had somehting to live for, and living for something or someone else was asking for pain. -Nik

Oh yeah, by the way, baby. I'm your husband. You know, the one that died? The one that wouldn't come back to you for six fucking years. Yeah, she'd accept that easily enough. Bullshit.