Quotes About Pain

Most of his life was played out to a soundtrack of sadistic decibelage.

She had to learn this painful lesson. And quickly. If you let it, grief could swallow you whole.

Life is a series of risks. Trust, and you'll sometimes be hurt. Love, and someone will die. Life is joy and pain. If you don't risk the pain, you lose out on the joy. This was Seth's final lesson to us.

the pain eased. "Welcome to the club.

People give pain, are callous and insensitive, empty and cruel . . . but place heals the hurt, soothes the outrage, fills the terrible vacuum that these human beings make.' " She put her hands on Dora's shoulders. "Do you know who said that?" "No." "Your namesake. Eudora Welty.

Are not the forest fringes wet with tears? Is not the voice of all regret Breaking out of the dark earth's heart? She too, she too, has loved and lost; and though She turned last night in disdain Away from the sunset-embers, From her soul she can never depart; She can never depart from her pain. Vainly she strives to forget; Beautiful in her woe, She awakes in the dawn and remembers.

The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.

This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.

The people we love are usually stronger than we give them credit for. It is the nature of love, perhaps, to want to shoulder all the pain rather than see the loved one suffer. But sometimes pain is better than emptiness. I have been so empty Kit. All my life. So full of emptiness. That is strange paradox is nit not - full of emptiness?

Sometimes it just seems that love is not enough, does it?

When one had once suffered a great hurt, there was always a weakness afterward, a vulnerability where there had been wholeness and strength before - and innocence.

One who has conquered every aspect of his pain except the deepest.

There is a terrible pain," she said softly, "about being abandoned by someone who loves someone else more than you. A pain and an emptiness and a determination never again to give anyone that power.

Future indifferences is no consolation for present pain.

Sometimes she felt that her heart would ssurely break. But she knew that hearts did not literally break because their owners were unhappy - and foolish. How dreadfully foolish she had been. Yet she clung to the memories as to a lifeline.

Life so often becomes a determined, relentless avoidance of pain - of one's own, of other people's. But sometimes pain has to be acknowledged and even touched so that one can move into it and through it and past it. Or else be destroyed by it.

You are my own. You are my own. He had not meant the words in that way. He had been talking strictly about possession. But oh, the longing for his love was an unbearably painful ache in her.

One should love from a position of wholeness. One should have a firm and rich sense of self no matter what. For there is always pain—it cannot be avoided in this life, more's the pity. But pain should not destroy the person who feels it.

Had he healed one wound only to open another?

If there were no illusions, there would bo no disillusionment. But then one would have no fond memories either, with which fortify oneself against the pain of the reality.

war often wounds the soul as deeply as it does the body, sometimes more so.

Pain is not insignificant. Neither is bewilderment or fear. Or conditions like poverty or homelessness. But somewhere—somewhere—there is peace. It is not even far off. It is somewhere deep inside us, in fact, ever present, just waiting for us to look inward to find it." She

death struggle had been a grievous one. On

De todos los fantasmas, los de nuestros antiguos amores son los más dolorosos.