Quotes About Pain

Ya se sabe que sufrir de mal de amores es como marearse en un barco: a la gente tu estado le parece divertido, pero tú te sientes morir.

Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again.

tendons. They tore and snapped, making

Wherever I am, in wood or field, By dawn or evening light, Without cease my heart feels The pain of one who is not here...

Life is sweet. . . Beyond the pain, life continues to be sweet. The basics are still there. Beauty, food and friendship, reservoirs of love and understanding. Later, possibly not yet, you are going to need others who will encourage you to make new beginnings. Welcome them. They will help you move on, to cherish happy memories and confront the painful ones with more than bitterness and anger.

It was better not to get too close to another person. The closer you got, the more likely you were to get hurt.

Pain comes to us from deep back, from where it grew in the human body. Pain sucks more pain into it, we don't know why. It lives, and we harbor its weight. When the worst comes, we will not act the opposite. We will do what we were taught, we who learnt our lessons in the dead light. We pass them on. We hurt, and hurt others, in a circular motion.

On this stretch of highway he was afflicted. It felt as if his heart was being pierced by long sharp needles. He flashed on his father, the two of them sitting in late sunshine, gathering its fugitive warmth.

Their love for him, in return, pained him and soothed him. He was thrilled and touched with sadness, he was hungry, and he was practical. He was lonely; he was a priest.

Love - which the young expect, the middle-aged fear or wrestle with or find unbearable or clutch to death- those content in their age, finally, cherish with pained gratitude.

there was no place as unknown as grief.

There was still blood going down Henry's chin, but he didn't notice it and no one said anything, even though every time he took a bite of his bread his blood fell onto it until he was eating his own blood mixed in with the food.

Our love is a hurting delicacy, an old killer whiskey, a curse, and too beautiful for words.

troubles are as endless as pleasures are brief ...

To travel is very useful, it makes the imagination work, the rest is just delusion and pain. Our journey is entirely imaginary, which is its strength

One little second of pleasure, a whole life of pain...my mother knew nothing of the pleasures of a good roll in the hay...she missed out on all that...like me, her son...a lifetime of sacrifice!...the woman who can grunt and rave in the throes of a deep fuck can die happy...

Garibanlar asla, ya da neredeyse hiç sormazlar, katland?klar? ÅŸeylerin nedenini niçinini. Birbirlerinden nefret etmekle yetinirler, o kadar

Poate c? tocmai asta c?ut?m prin via??, nimic altceva decât asta, cea mai mare durere cu putin?? pentru a deveni noi înÅŸine înainte de-a muri.

They die of love—inside. After

La mayoría de la gente no muere hasta el último momento; otros empiezan veinte años antes y a veces más. Son los desgraciados de la tierra.

Pentru ca în creierul unui tâmpit s? se contureze un gând, e nevoie s? i se întâmple multe lucruri ÅŸi tare crunte.

S'ils se mettent à penser à vous, c'est à votre torture qu'ils pensent qu'ils songent aussitôt les autres, et rien qu'à ça.

Evrende ac? oldu?u kadar merhemi de vard?r ve bu merhem unutu?tur. - Sayfa 28

Children abandoned by the universe—and that was how it felt to those whose mothers went away or died young—always spent their lives seeking perfect, intense union. Anything less felt like a failure. Stevie thought about all the pain that quest had caused herself and others.