Quotes About Pain

Feminist consciousness can be thought of as consciousness of the violence and power concealed under the languages of civility, happiness, and love, rather than simply or only consciousness of gender as a site of restriction of possibility. You can venture into the secret places of pain by recalling something. You can cause unhappiness by noticing something. And if you can cause unhappiness by noticing something, you realize that the world you are in is not the world you thought you were in.

Pain had a posture of its own; it sat in the spine and across the slope of the shoulders and bowed bone.

Young children bump heads and sprain limbs and weep over lost toys, but the heartbreak of a grown child draws blood.

The wound is the place where the light enters. —RUMI (attributed)

The wound is the place where the light enters.

Some people, I saw, had drowned right away, and some people were drowning in slow motion, drowning a little bit at a time, and would be drowning for years. And some people, like Mick, had always been drowning, they just didn't know what to call it until now.

Life had made her afraid, of words that were no meant, of emotions that were untrue.

His words brought back to her the misery of her journey home after their last meeting for the mark of the hours she had spent since she had left him had cut deeply, the wounds were raw and the memory of pain came through her happiness and she did not think she could bear to be hurt again.

The hardest thing about adolescence is that everything seems too big. There's no way to get context or perspective, ..... Pain and joy without limits. No one can live like that forever, so experience finally comes to our rescue. We come to know what we can endure, and also that nothing endures.

Fue entonces cuando supe lo que eran los celos: un ardor en el cuerpo, una piedra en la garganta, una mordida en el estómago, la sensación de que estás en el límite y no puedes más.

El amor es una gangrena del alma.

There are some remedies worse than disease.

Every pretty girl is a heartbreaker

I didn't cry when I asked him what it felt like, suffering with whatever had befallen him, and he replaid, It's something that's been inside me for a long time. And you fight and fight and fight against it for so long, but then it just crashes over you and pulls you down

I didn't want to talk, mostly because I didn't cry, mostly because I was numb. But didn't they realize I was trying to spare them from my pain?

If you've been hurt and you've grieved and you've been through the mill, it takes a long time to get over it.

Kindness was too painful. It had been a long time since he had had to endure it.

Beauty, more than bitterness Makes the heart break.

It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.

The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

Pain Waves are the sea's white daughters, And raindrops the children of rain, But why for my shimmering body Have I a mother like Pain? Night is the mother of stars, And wind the mother of foam— The world is brimming with beauty, But I must stay at home.

Never fear though it break your heart— Out of the wound new joy will start; Only love proudly and gladly and well, Though love be heaven or love be hell.

Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.