Quotes About Pain

But all my love ever came to was a bad end. Red-hot shoes, barrels studded with nails. That's what it feels like, unrequited love. She had a baby, too. I was never allowed. Everything you ever wanted, I wanted also.

a flayed body untangled string by string and hung to the wall, an agonized banner displayed for the same reason flags are.

Faith] was something other than an intellectual exercise. There were no words, no lofty concepts, that could take away the pain. Faith was living with the pain.

It is thus that inanimate objects seem to soak up the essence of living things, and later cause pain or pleasure when we merely look at them.

No matter what they are in life, in memory they always seem to rearrange themselves in the opposite manner. All pleasures are seen as foreshortened and hasty and fleeting, and all pain lingering.

Junker children, girls as well, were brought up to be tough and bear pain uncomplainingly.

A woman's body doesn't quit just because her heart breaks.

All she wanted was a breathing space in which to hurt.

I was right when I said I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back.

A pain slashed through her heart as savagely as a wild animal's fangs.

her heart swelled up with misery, until it felt too large for her bosom. It beat with odd little jerks; her hands were cold, and a feeling of disaster oppressed her. There were pain and bewilderment in her face, the bewilderment of a pampered chhild who has always had her own way for the asking and who now, for the first time, was in contact with the unplesantness of life.

She wanted to cry but the tears would not come. They seemed to flood her chest, and they were hot tears that burned under her bosom, but they would not flow.

war was not glory but dirt and misery.

This can't be real. It can't be. It's a nightmare. I'll wake up and find it's all been a nightmare. I mustn't think of it now, or I'll begin screaming in front of all these people. I can't think of it now. I'll think later, when I can stand it - when I can't see his eyes.

This is what happens when you look back to happiness, this pain, this heart-break, this discontent

He said nothing in the world was worth what this war was going to do to us. He said there wasn't anything at all to glory—it was just misery and dirt.

in his finger, and the woman muffled the moans of childbirth, lest she disturb him.

It was a man's world, and she accepted it as such. The man owned the property, and the woman managed it. The man took the credit for the management, and the woman praised his cleverness. The man roared like a bull when a splinter was in his finger, and the woman muffled the moans of childbirth, lest she disturb him.

A hard little pain had started in her heart and was traveling slowly up toward her throat where it would become a lump and the lump would soon become tears.

Then--then you mean I've ruined it all--that you don't love me any more? That's right.

As usual in the very young, she marveled that people could be so selfishly oblivious to her pain and the world rock along just the same, in spite of her heartbreak.

I was right when I said I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back.

And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?" His voice tightened. "And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching.

It's only a scratch, don't cut my arm off!