Quotes About Pain

It was the yearning she related to. Shriver seemed to understand the specific human pain of wanting and pushing away at the same time. It left her with a gorgeous ache, and when she turned the last page of the book and closed the cover, Norah's connection to the writer felt absolute. It was a breathless, consuming rapture....

I think some people call this love. I call it hell.

Bit me, Alexander. i cried bit me

i was in love with the sound of the slamming door, it sounded the way i felt, like damn you to hell! and i hate what you're doing to me! and Life sucks.

About 10 percent of the time, after [a] patient has recovered … pain persists. It persists for months and oftentimes for years, and when that happens, it is its own disease.

Hell is the special pain that dwells in that loss which you yourself have caused

La habilidad para revivir estados emocionales del pasado es un talento a la vez que una maldición. Es una maldición porque no te permite seguir adelante con tu vida. Cada corte, cada moretón, cada rechazo produce una cosecha que luego se almacena. El dolor se guarda congelado y conserva el mismo sabor que tuvo el día que nos lo hicieron".

I'll fake it through the day somehow with Johnny Walker Red.

Pain is the road to both birth and death.

As a matter of research, a patient's confidence will actually help block more pain signals to the brain than the morphine-medicine itself. What does that say to you? Our fears make us hurt a lot more than we actually do. And our confidence reduces our pain—we don't hurt as much as we should.

No one had ever taught him - and he had never imagined the necessity of learning - how to betray the one person whom you truly cared for in life. The only person who genuinely loved you. How to break that person's heart, whether it be tomorrow, or five years or ten years in the future.

She'd always thought that a broken heart sounded rather romantic. But in truth it was physical. Her whole chest ached, as if she'd been struck with a knife. With all her witless calculations about how to make a man desire her, she'd never realized that the most important thing was to make him like her. Or even love her. What a fool she was.

They were talking about things that didn't matter a fig, not with the huge yawning grief burning a hole in his chest because of what had happened to her. To Josie. His Josie, now.

Sick unto death, I think they call it

It was awful, this love.

Come, tears, confound,' he cried. 'Out, sword, and wound the left breast of Pyramus. Ay, that left breast where his heart doth hop.

Doesn't he kill himself at that point?

Qué absurdo: los ataques contra alguien nunca son abstractos, siempre hieren personalmente.

los oficios creativos provocan dolores aquí o allá, y que hay que saber aliviarlos sin cerrar del todo esa herida de la que nacen las imágenes, los cuentos o la música.

No vivir es no sufrir y no saber

There are some things you can't cover up with lipstick and powder.

Life is so strange I don't know why But somebody, somebody has to cry.

He's such a drag He's not insane It's just that everybody Has to feel his pain.

I'd rather go on hearing your lies, than to go on living without you.