Quotes About Pain

Jij bent getraind in uren stilzitten, terwijl een heel mierenleger over je heen marcheert en allebei je benen slapen... Jij hebt het maar makkelijk. Jij kunt tenminste nog door dat gaatje kijken!' Will keek hem geërgerd aan. 'Wat moet het erg zijn om jou te zijn,' fluisterde hij gemeen. 'Zo'n groot lijf vol kriebelende mieren, en dan nog geen kijkgaatje ook!' 'Ach, hou je bek,' zei Arnaut. Iets slimmers wist hij niet te verzinnen.

Ow!" said Horace as the Ranger's fingers probed and poked around the bruise. Did that hurt?" Halt asked, and Horace looked at him with exasperation. Of course it did," he said sharply. "That's why I said 'ow!

If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.

the words I can't say are the holes I punch in the walls of my psyche...

you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ...

the secret to writing is to get your own pain - shout it out till it hurts your throat - weep it into your pillow - then write it down ...

the heart breaks in so many different ways that when it heals, it will have fault lines ...

the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ...

spiritual or emotional pain doesn't become a memory so much as a bruise ...

there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...

it's not the stories - it's the pain and the joy and the people who stay with you long after the stories are told ...

love is suffering - that's the happy ending...

writers, like priests, should have compassion...and a sensitivity to pain...

Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...

the real absurdity is that to love is to suffer, but the reverse isn't always true...

who is the hunchback in my comic opera, but me? I'm crippled on the inside and unable to make the gestures of love...

Venice had no memories of her father, a policeman killed in the line of duty before she was born, and it was a source of pain that she'd never truly overcome. For as long as she could remember, she'd always dreamed about what her father might have sounded like and smelled like. The picture on Mama's dresser gave her a face, but she'd never know the voice that went with it.

No one should ever have to see their mom crumpled up in a corner on the floor the way I did so many times.

People who are abused keep quiet," he said, "so I did.

If you had asked me the day before whether high school could get any worse, I would have bet you everything I had that I had sunk to the lowest I could get. Yet here I was, at a whole new sub-level I had never imagined.

This pain It is a glacier moving through you And carving out deep valleys And creating spectacular landscapes

What you must understand about me is that I'm a deeply unhappy person.

Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.

At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.