Quotes About Pain

Books have no life; they lack feeling maybe, and perhaps cannot feel pain, as animals and even plants feel pain. But what proof have we that inorganic objects can feel no pain? Who knows if a book may not yearn for other books, its companions of many years, in some way strange to us and therefore never yet perceived?

One more stab to the heart, one more reason to hate. One less reason to live.

Even as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was dying a million deaths.

to the nurse at the hospital- I don't want pain pills, I want ANTI -pain pills

There are no sides in suicide.

Infatuation is measured in pleasure. Love is measured in pain. Behold the value of pain!

Some relationships bust you up. Some make you.

Dijkstra tries to raise his hands, but the wrench comes crashing down on his head. Crack. Crack. The droid is relentless. Crack. Dijkstra sees his own blood in his eyes. Crack. He falls to the floor. Crack. Crack. The droid is smashing his head in. Crack. Crack.

After life is bent, torn, exploded, there are shattered pieces that do not heal for years, if at all. What is left are scars and something else—shame, I suppose, shame for letting it all continue.

Coming to terms with loss is a difficult, painful, and largely solitary process which may be delayed rather than aided by distractions. Any rituals which underline the fact that bereavement is a profoundly traumatic event are helpful.

He must have known me had he seen me as he was wont to see me, for he was in the habit of flogging me constantly. Perhaps he did not recognize me by my face.

He must have known me if he had seen me as he was wont to see me, for he was in the habit of flogging me constantly. Perhaps he did not recognize me by my face.

Everybody always leaves me in the end, don't you know that? I tell you all the time. You will too. How can anybody love me when I can't even love myself? I take the people that I love the most and I hurt them the most. I am so scared you will leave that I want to give you a reason to leave me. It is impossible to love me enough.

And everyone wants to know: Who? Why? The victims ask the hardest of all the questions: How is it possible that the person I loved so much lit no spark of humanity in you?

Bøkene er alltid tilgjengelige følgesvenner. Alderdom, ensomhet, lediggang, kjedsomhet, smerte og uro: Det finnes ikke den hverdagslige plage som bøkene ikke kan lindre, såfremt plagene ikke er for sterke. Bøkene mildner bekymringene og tilbyr trøst og støtte.

War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

Moscow is a city that has much suffering ahead of it.

When we experience physical or mental pain, the first thing to do is to acknowledge it and allow it to be there simply as a feeling that will pass. A popular and useful acronym to remember is RAIN: Recognise what is happening; Allow the experience to be there; Investigate with kindness; Non-identification. By doing this we can loosen the added layer of suffering and become better able to live with the pain.

Musonius Rufus writes that the soul is strengthened by first reminding ourselves of the right perspectives and then moulding our actions to this understanding, so that we stop pursuing things that are not truly good and stop avoiding things that only seem bad. In this way, we 'won't welcome pleasure and avoid pain … won't love living and fear death, and … in the case of money, [we] won't honor receiving over giving.

Just a tiny little pain, Three days of heavy rain, Three days of sunlight, Everything will be alright, Just a tiny little pain.

The words that I will have to find for that explanation will be sharp and they will hurt, much worse than the thorns of roses.

Anna took his hand to gauge the swelling. 'Let's at least put something cold around it. Frozen peas work pretty well.' 'Do I have to eat them?' 'No, you just have to inject them into a vein,' Anna said.

I have need of angels. Enough hell has swallowed me for too many years. But finally understand this--I have burned up one hundred thousand human lives already, from the strength of my pain.

So long as we have failed to eliminate any of the causes of human despair, we do not have the right to try to eliminate those means by which man tries to cleanse himself of despair.