Quotes About Pain

The real world is far more hellish for all us than any fictional representation of it.

For a man like Preacher to see his little wife struggle and have pain was obviously torture. He was much more comfortable in the role of protector. Mel knew immediately that he wasn't going to be much help. When

The best fiction in the history of the world had not adequately conveyed just how much a broken heart could hurt or how much crying was involved. It was a kind of death made worse by the fact that there hadn't been a death at all, unless you accounted for the demise of perfect happiness.

You shot me in the dick!" he screamed. "You shot me!" Well, that was fortuitous, she thought. She'd been aiming for his head.

My heart hurts. Hurts so bad. I…I just don't want him to see me cry anymore…." She hiccuped and blinked until her cheeks were wet. Jerry didn't hand her a tissue; she knew where they were. She'd used up his supply several times. "If I didn't love him so much, I'd hate him." She swallowed and reached for a tissue. "My heart hurts so bad…." *

Esforzarse es obligatorio. Sufrir es opcional.

She felt tears on her cheeks, but she didn't feel pain. Just that loneliness that sometimes plagued her.

There is an antidote to sadness—it is gratitude. There's a great trick to escaping the pain of loss, and that is giving.

You don't cry over something like that and the tears turn into snakes that eat you from the inside out. The crying part—it's required.

Art is pain. And so is life.

Now can you rate your pain for me on a scale of one to ten?" But I couldn't. It seemed so wrong to me then that there were only ten options, only ten types of pain. Because I'm pretty sure there are hundreds of types of pain in this world, maybe even thousands. And none of these are numbers on the same scale. They all hurt differently, and amounts have nothing to do with it. They all hurt too much, and not enough.

pain can't be taken away. It has to leave on its own. And I wasn't sure mine was the type of pain that wanted to go away.

It's strange how can lose things that are still right there. How a barrier can go up at any moment, trapping you on the other side, keeping you from what you want. How the things that hurt the most are things we once had.

It had hurt to accept what was wrong with me, but it hurt even more to have hope.

No one wants to get hurt." " Well, maybe not, but sometime's it's worth it.

We all reach for whatever we think is going to dull the pain, and sometimes we don't even want whatever it is, we just want to not be miserable, you know?

The perfect soundtrack for my personal hell.

Nothing lasts, even this awesome floaty feeling. We all reach for whatever we think is going to dull the pain, and sometimes we don't even want whatever it is, we just want to not be miserable, you know?

Art is Pain,' I said, mock-seriously. 'And so is life,' Charlie put in. 'Which makes life the art from which we are all afflicted.

There was no half-assing a descent into hell.

Because the way I figure it, everyone gets a tragedy.

It's strange how we can lose things that are still right there. How a barrier can go up at any moment, trapping you on the other side, keeping you from what you want. How the thing that hurt the most are the once we had.

Sitting there on the swing set, in her bare feet and blue dress, her hair slipping out of its ponytail, she was so gorgeous that it hurt.

It's strange how we can lose things that are still right there. How a barrier can go up at any moment, trapping you on the other side, keeping you from what you want. How the things that hurt the most are things we once had. And