Quotes About Pain

In December 1988, my mother died of lung cancer. I died too. I couldn't function.

Research into endometriosis is as scanty as funding.

Por qué me hiciste conocer el paraíso si ahora insistes en sumergirme en el peor de los infiernos?

Bendito sea el día, y el mes, y el año, y la estación, y el tiempo, y la hora, y el punto, y el encantador pueblo, y el sitio en el cual tus hermosos ojos me encadenaron. Y bendita la dulce agonía de entregarme a ese amor, y el arco y las saetas que me alcanzaron, y las llagas que llegaron a lo más profundo de mi corazón. Benditas sean las palabras que esparcí cantando el nombre de mi amada, y los suspiros, y las lágrimas y el deseo.

I walk through the streets as if I was burning in some eternal bonfire.

This is the saddest story I have ever heard.

No, any great grief, though the grief itself may have gone, leaves in its place a train of horrors, of misery, and despair.

I felt total bad about it, and empty. Granpa said he knew how I felt, for he was feeling the same way. But Granpa said everything you lost which you had loved give you that feeling. He said the only way round it was not to love anything, which was worse because you would feel empty all the time.

You said th' Magic was in my back. Th' doctor calls it rheumatics.

When I lie by myself and remember I begin to have pains everywhere and I think of things that make me begin to scream because I hate them so. If there was a doctor anywhere who could make you forget you were ill instead of remembering it I would have him brought here.

When I lie by myself and remember I begin to have pains everywhere and I think of things that make me begin to scream because I hate them so.

Just as that moment her torn heart swelled within her.

Just at that moment her torn heart swelled within her.

I wanted him to hold me, to take care of me. To make the pain dissolve away. I know that this was part of what had ruined everything but I wanted it once more anyway.

Here you go on this long long dream. Don't even try to wake up. Just let it go on until it is over. You will learn many things. Just relax and observe because there is pain and that's it mostly and you aren't going to be able to escape no matter what. Eventually it will all be over anyway. Good luck.

What happens to the rest of something when you smash its heart?

This was not a faerie tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was excruciatingly beautiful.

He said that black sheeps express everyone else's anger and pain. It's not that they have all the anger and pain-they're just the only ones who let it out. Then the other people don't have to.

Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.

I think when you are born an angel should say to you, hopefully kindly and not in that fake voice of an airline attendant: Here you go on this long, long dream. Don't even try to wake up. Just let it go until it is over. You will learn many things. Just relax and observe because there just is pain and that's it mostly and you aren't going to be able to escape no matter what. Eventually it will all be over anyway. Good Luck.

She had changed him. The ice was in his eyes and in his heart, like he had predicted with that song, but now they were deep embedded there, all the pain of the world. Not pain to make you feel for somebody else but pain to make you stop feeling.

Dear Angel Juan, You used to guard my sleep like a panther biting back my pain with the edge of your teeth. You carried me into the dark dream jungle, loping past the hungry vines, crossing the shiny fish-scale river. We left my tears behind in a chiming silver pool. We left my sorrow in the muddy hollows. When I woke up you were next to me, damp and matted, your eyes hazy, trying to remember the way I clung to you, how far down we went. Was the journey too far, Angel Juan? Did we go too far?

This was not a fairy tale. This was not the movies. This was life. It hurt more. It was excruciating. It was excruciatingly beautiful.

Love is the worst earthquake there is. Can crush you to the thickness of your bones. Love can be like cancer sometimes. Terminal. It can make you vomit. It can make you want to cut it out. It can take you over against your will.