Quotes About Pain

There are times when you just can't stand to be loved.

Doctors are an enormous pain in the ass. Trust me. I know. I am one.

I remembered what it felt like to have your heart peeled out of your body and handed to you by somebody you'd loved and allowed yourself to be vulnerable to.

I didn't want to open my eyes. My head was splitting, and all I wanted to do was lie down and hide.

My pain's down 63 percent, my reflexes have actually improved, and I can sleep through the night without drugs for the first time in twenty years. Is that what you wanted to hear?

The pain in him might have been my own.

That wave, that wall, was still coming. It ached in my sinuses like dropping pressure. The pain was blinding.

I shrugged, and wondered if Pearl could see in that simple gesture the pain of losing an enforced religion because somebody gave you the switch and you were curious enough to turn it off.

Something within Kit's breast stirred with a pain like trapped and beating wings.

His laugh came forth as a voiceless sob.

Goddamn it, I am sick of watching people I like get killed. I like get killed. I am even sicker of getting people I like killed. It's not an acquired taste, let me tell you, every drink is bitter as the last. And they never get easier to swallow.

I didn't want to reinvent myself again. Even if hanging on to myself hurt.

The cold could kill me, but it's no worse than the memories. Endurable as long as I keep moving.

His bones ached of a morning, winter and summer, these days; it was only a matter of degree.

A wild, sleepless sorrow hovered inside my chest.

You get so used to hurting that when it goes away not being in pain doesn't even feel normal, exactly.

The expectation of an injury can hurt as much as the injury itself.

She wanted to save Rien from any hurt, but there were some hurts you could rescue no one from.

I couldn't have called after her. My throat was full of thorns and no words could have gotten past.

I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.

How—I didn't know any word for it—how "unlikely". . . How had I come to be here, like them, and overhear a cry of pain that could have got loud and worse but hadn't?

Senescent cells can leak proinflammatory substances that make you vulnerable to more pain, more chronic illness. Eventually, many senescent cells will undergo a preprogrammed death. The

In her eyes I saw the pain that comes from regrets that will never be lifted.

Only in a house where one has learnt to be lonely does one have this solicitude for things. One's relation to them, the daily seeing or touching, begins to become love, and to lay one open to pain.