Quotes About Pain

When you are in love, there is not much that hurts as deeply as rejection.

but putting her arms around him, telling him she loved him, were only palliative, on the surface, and she knew better than to pretend they reached the hurt.

Sometimes when we are drowning in our own loss we lash out--anger is momentarily easier to cope with.

If she protected him from this one, then how would he be armed or prepared for the next, or the one after that? Without pain, how would he learn compassion? If it were easy, of what value was it?

Many of us deal badly with our pain or our need to feel as if we are in control of the world, even if we cannot control ourselves.

sufrimiento no disminuye solo porque lo hayas sentido antes. Es nuevo cada vez, y corta con el mismo filo vivo. —¿Qué

lacks the depth, or the courage, to feel anything deeply enough to pay for it.

But then to go out to the Crimea to nurse she must be a woman of courage beyond the ordinary imagination, and to remain there, of a strength of purpose that neither danger nor pain could bend. "I

One can wrap the truth in palatable euphemisms for only so long, then it chokes in the throat and the lies suffocate. One ends in hating those who force the deceit by their expectancy, their fear, their cowardice, their sheer lack of understanding of the reality of pain and loss.

To lose someone you love because they die is a sweet ache. To lose everything good you believed of them is a pain that stains all they left behind. It poisons the very air of memory. Ballinger

When there is so much tragedy and pain in the world that we cannot help, it seems incomprehensible that we should bring even more upon ourselves. Sometimes I despair of mankind.

I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself.

Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.

We all suffer under a curse, the curse that we know more than we can endure, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing we can do about the force and the lure of this knowledge.

Because I show you my pain, I do not of necessity love you.

I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.

Go where the pain is, go where the pleasure is.

The fact that I loved you was the greatest lie I have ever lived.

As we move on year by year in this life, we learn that telling doesn't necessarily purge; telling something is merely a reliving, and it's a torment.

And so this young one, this young one whom I had so loved, I had to forsake, no matter how broken my heart, no matter how lonely my soul, no matter how bruised my intellect and spirit.

And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, towards a sun which will never rise.

Pain. Unspeakable pain. It didn't matter who in this world or any other was staring at me, watching me, seeking to share this moment or merely shuddering as I experienced it. Just didn't matter. Because in pain like this one is always alone.

And I loved this moment for all it's pain...We seemed for a moment like two parts of the same thing.

I confided again that I wanted him, I wanted him to share my loneliness. I wanted him to share all that I could teach and give. Oh, the pain of it! All that I could teach and give.