Quotes About Pain

When one encounters enough strangeness, then what is strange ultimately becomes familiar. The mind can accommodate itself to almost anything, given time: pain, grief, loss, even the possibility that the dead talk to the living.

There are people whose eyes you must avoid, whose attention you must not draw to yourself. They are strange, parasitic creatures, lost souls seeking to stretch across the abyss and make fatal contact with the warm, constant flow of humanity. They live in pain and exist only to visit that pain on others.

He had found it hard to equate the priest's God with the one who had left his mother to die slowly and painfully.

And Frank was right: they were both fathers who had lost children, and somehow they had come through that loss—not without ongoing pain, and not without fractures, but they had endured

grave emotional injury might somehow have triggered a physical response, so that

Samuel understood at last why this being hated men and women so much: he hated them because they were so like himself, because the worst of the was mirrored in them. He was the source of all that was bad in men and women, but he had none of the greatness, and none of the grace, of which human beings were capable, so that by only by corrupting them was his own pain diminished, and thus his existence made more tolerable.

This world is full of broken things: broken hearts, broken promises, broken people ? The Unquiet

Anyone who spent time in a courtroom emerged with scars. The only variables were quantity and depth.

A veces necesitamos nuestro dolor. Lo necesitamos para considerarlo nuestro.

Deseó amar a alguien hasta el punto de que le doliera.

but loss is absence, and will always defy expression.

There are people whose eyes you must avoid, whose attention you must not draw to yourself. They are strange, parasitic creatures, lost souls seeking to stretch across the abyss and make fatal contact with the warm, constant flow of humanity. They live in pain and exist only to visit that pain on others. A random glance, the momentary lingering of a look, is enough to give them the excuse they seek.

Parker had seen men and women physically diminished in this way before, weighed down by suffering. Grief has its own gravity. They

I'd been hurt, and in response I had acted violently, destroying a little of myself each time I did so.

When discussing wrath, we must see that God has always been a God of grace. To take away the dark side of God makes religious people mad. They want to kill somebody, so they want their god to kill somebody. But God has no desire to inflict pain or agony on anyone. He came to rescue you from sin, death and self-destruction.

Like someone coming to consciousness with the cessation of pain, she gathered around herself the world, the dawn, and her future.

Love has neither aversion to pain nor attraction to bliss. Love is just fully itself in both.

Alan Campbell opened one eye. From somewhere in remote distances, muffled beyond sight or sound, his soul crawled back painfully, through subterranean corridors, up into his body again. Toward the last it moved to a cacophony of hammers and lights. Then he was awake. The first eye was bad enough. But, when he opened his second eye, such as rush of anguish flowed through his brain that he hastily closed them again.

Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.

The day breaks not: it is my heart.

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where's that wiseman, that would not be I, If she would not deny? Then as th' earth's inward narrow crooked lanes Do purge sea water's fretful salt away, I thought, if I could draw my pains Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay. Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce, For he tames it, that fetters it in verse.

When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind, But sigh'st my soul away; When thou weep'st, unkindly kind, My life's blood doth decay. It cannot be That thou lov'st me, as thou say'st, If in thine my life thou waste

Rich the treasure,Sweet the pleasure—Sweet is pleasure after pain.

But love's a malady without a cure.