Quotes About Pain

Like Beauty. But she only pricked her finger. I had a spindle through my heart.

When you look at pain as material it makes all the difference in the world. I thought, the pain that is too big to be eased by its use as material would be a pain I couldn't (and wouldn't want to) even imagine.

I always wondered what it must be like to lose a twin—if somehow Mary felt it like it was happening to her. If she felt physical pain.

My pain is ugly, Angel Juan. I feel like I have so much ugly pain,' says Witch Baby in a dream. 'Everyone does,' Angel Juan says. 'My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers that everyone is carrying around with them. Think of your pain like a big bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.

believe him when he tells you you are beautiful it will only hurt you both not to (it is true besides)

My baby brother would never call Hex soft. Not Hex. And not me, either. Not anymore. Not any fucking more.

The blue of fear, the blue of sorrow.

You still cry too easily, but without your tears, at least, everything would burn.

Every song may be someone's personal implement of torture.

end of this painful story: a man possessed and maddened enough to write such letters, and a bereaved father receiving them, until at last he reached the point at which he refused to read any more.

Because, for some of us, one mile can be farther to walk than thirty.

How many others suffered in silence, too ashamed and too afraid to speak about their pain? The world wouldn't let them grieve for children they had aborted. How could they when the rhetoric said there was no child? How does one grieve what doesn't exist? No one wanted to admit the truth.

loved her, Lord. I loved her enough to die for her, and she did this to me. Maybe she's beyond redemption. How do you forgive someone who doesn't even care enough to want to be forgiven?

I'd rather see your honest pain than a brave front.

We grieve for those we've lost, but it's the living that cause us the most pain....

And the answers had always come down to trusting God, obeying Him, accepting His will, knowing there was a purpose in what was happening even if they couldn't see it. But sometimes the pain seemed unbearable.

They didn't kill the one they judged anymore. They left them broken and wounded.

Father said it is not God's will that any should suffer." "Then why must we?" "We bear the consequences for what we have done to ourselves, and for the sin that rules this world. Jesus forgave the thief, but he didn't take him down off the cross.

When she felt the tears coming up, building like a great hard pressure inside her, hot, so hot she thought they would burn, she swallowed them down deeper and deeper until they became a hard little stone in her chest.

You know, sometimes you can hurt yourself more by trying to keep yourself from being hurt!

God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world. C. S. LEWIS

Some people ask nowadays what kind of a religion it is that chooses an instrument of torture for its symbol, as if the cross on churches must represent some kind of endorsement. The answer is: one that takes the existence of suffering seriously.

The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day.

The scars of war are not always visible.