Quotes About Pain

It's a sad fact, but pain only makes you sorry for yourself.

The door beside him opened sharply and Glokta snapped his head round, doing his best to hide a grimace as his neck bones crunched. Lord Ingelstad stood

we must sometimes have a little chaos if a better order is to emerge. There can be no progress without pain, no creation without destruction.

Thorn stared at it, jaw hanging open in sick disbelief. "More and more, crushing with stones seems like it might have been the less painful option." "It's not too late to change your mind," said Father Yarvi. "We may be short of comforts out here, but I'm sure we can find stones.

There aren't many wounds that ever heal all the way, and there are some that hurt more with every day that passes.

That's the most wounding betrayal of all. The one by your own flesh. Live long enough, you see everything ruined.

His lips were split and bloody, his sides covered in darkening bruises, his head lolled sideways, face swollen almost past recognition. In short, he looks like a man ready to confess.

Guilt is a luxury reserved for those still breathing and with no unbearable pain, cold or hunger demanding all their fickle attention. Long as guilt's your big problem, girl…" Rikke saw the faint gleam of Isern's teeth in the gathering darkness. "Things can't be that bad.

how's your leg?

He fell back, blood pouring from his split mouth. He was trying to say something but all he could say was blood and that was eloquence enough, in its way.

Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge." —Paul Gauguin

Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments." - Sand dan Glokta

There used to be," she muttered, "but they whip it out of you. They whip you until they're sure there's nothing left." Yulwei stood there, with that pitying look on his face. Strange, how it didn't make her angry any more.

Why should it hurt in my neck when I go down stairs? Does my neck take my weight? Does it?

His face was like a whipped back, criss-crossed with ragged scars. His

If killing folk ever starts to right, you've a worse kind of problem. Guilt can sting, but you should be thankful for it.' 'Thankful?' 'Guilt is a luxury reserved for those still breathing and with no unbearable pain, cold or hunger demanding all their fickle attention. Long as guilt's your big problem, girl...things can't be that bad.

Glokta's walking made a steady rhythm on the grimy tiles of the floor. First the confident click of his right heel, then the tap of his cane, then the endless sliding of his left foot, with the familiar stabbing pains in the ankle, knee, arse and back. Click, tap, pain. That was the rhythm of his walking.

Easy, now, and listen to me. It hurts, yes. Seems like more than you can take, but it isn't. You think you're going to die, but you won't. Listen to me, because I've been there, and I know. Each minute. Each hour. Each day, it gets better.

But that's what war is. A lot of folk getting killed that don't deserve it.

Eider frowned. Something for her to think about, perhaps? "I would have thought your pain would give you empathy." "Empathy? What's that?" Glokta winced as he rubbed at his aching leg. "It's a sad fact, but pain only makes you sorry for yourself.

My wound existed before; I was born to embody it.

My wound existed before me, I was born to embody it.

I remember fantasies of finding notes in old bottles washed ashore. I remember magic carpets and giant "genies" and trying to figure out what my three wishes would be. I remember not understanding why Cinderella didn't just pack up and leave, if thins were really all that bad. I remember getting a car door slammed on my finger once, and how long it took for the pain to come. I remember wondering if goats really do eat tin cans.

if you can't get beyond your stresses, your problems, and your pain, you can't create a new future where those things don't exist.