Quotes About Pain

It takes an extraordinary toll on me to re-live my experiences, the horrors of my past and the pain I had to endure. And yet, I believe remembering is the only way to promote healing, to promote awareness and accountability.

Towards the end of my career, I had a lot of wear and tear, a lot of arthritis that was building up. Being 300 pounds for over 15 years was starting to take its toll. I was constantly on all sorts of anti-inflammatories and medicines to deal with the pain.

The game takes a toll on your body.

My back hurts real bad, every day. All those bumps took their toll. But life is good and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Fighting is hard, fighting is tough. You get beat up in the body. It's hard; it takes a toll on your body.

Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.

I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.

Missing rubs the soul raw.

But Lucy was unmothered, as unmothered as it was possible to be, and the thing that therapist never told her, the six-months you're-so-very-resilient therapist, was that it was hard to be a mother when you had never been mothered yourself. Your children's needs remind you of your needs. Their pain reminds you of your pain. All of it reminds you of how bad it felt, how hard it was, how much you wanted and needed and didn't get. It's very hard.

it was hard to be a mother when you had never been mothered yourself. Your children's needs remind you of your needs. Their pain reminds you of your pain. All of it reminds you of how bad it felt, how hard it was, how much you wanted and needed and didn't get. It's very hard.

One thing I will say, they often take it better than a man. Pain, that is. Probably the residue of tolerance from when they were all bloody witches and got stoned or burned or drowned for it, eh lad? Never tell your mother I said that, by the way.

I am the beast at the end of the rope.

Have you ever thought, thought your heart would break? Wished you could cut open your chest tear it out to stop the pain? Why don´t you riot like everyone else. I don't care, life's too long. You can have any man you want. I want him...except him. Always suspected the world didn't smell of fresh paint and flowers. Smells of piss and human sweat If there could have been more moments like this.

only love can save me and love has destroyed me

M The heat is going out of me. C The heart is going out of me. B I feel nothing, nothing. I feel nothing.

No one can hate me more than I hate myself.

Some will call this self-indulgence (They are lucky not to know its truth) Some will know the simple fact of pain This is becoming my normality

I feel your pain but I cannot hold your life in my hands.

PHAEDRE: You're in pain. I adore you.

A room of expressionless faces staring blankly at my pain, so devoid of meaning there must be evil intent.

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I have this grief and I don't know why.

I've only ever written to escape from hell - and it's never worked - but at the other end of it when you sit there and watch something and think that's the most perfect expression of hell that I felt then maybe it was worth it.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.