Quotes About Pain

Me obligué a recordar otra cosa que había dicho Marc: que ningún viaje para dejar atrás el dolor era fácil. Que habría días buenos y días malos. Hoy solo era un día malo, un rodeo en el camino que debía atravesar y superar.

You just destroy the things you love. By weighing it down. Right? page 77

Paul has heard stories of wartime brutality more appalling than anything he encountered while working in the NYPD; they are repeated with a clarity of recall that suggests they might have happened yesterday rather than decades ago. He has seen pain borne like a precious inheritance through the ages and writ large on the faces of those left behind.

Because there had to be something wrong, didn't there, if even your own mother didn't really love you?

Questa faccenda sta causando tanto dolore a troppe persone.

Lo odio por hacerme sentir así. Por darme esperanzas y luego tirar todo por la borda.

Do you know how it feels to resign yourself to your fate? It is almost welcome. There was to be no more pain, no more fear, no more longing. It is the death of hope that comes as the greatest relief." The Girl You Left Behind

Divorced? I'm a good Catholic girl, Louisa. We don't divorce. We just make our men suffer for all eternity!

Las lágrimas me abandonaron en silencio, señal de que algo más me abandonaba. La culpa. El miedo. Otras emociones para las que no tenia palabras.

Statistically most relationships ended badly and, given my mental state over the past two years, my chances of beating the odds were pretty low. We could talk around it, we could lose ourselves in brief moments, but love ultimately meant more pain.

And she deserved it, didn't she? She had told herself, desperately trying to rationalize the hurt she was about to cause.

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And all she heard was the scream, the screaming that went on and on, the sound of the end of the word, the worst sound you ever heard, and she realized it was her it was her it was the sound of her own voice.

And all she heard was the scream, the screaming that went on and on, the sound of the end of the world, the worst sound you ever heard, and she realized it was her it was her it was the sound of her own voice.

Vi?a zaud?jums ir gluži k? kr?t?s izrauts caurums, nerimstoša smeldze, tukšums, kuru man nekad neizdosies aizpild?t.

I told him I loved him," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And he just said it wasn't enough." Her eyes were wide and bleak. "How am I supposed to live with that?

You know what language she speaks? Hypocrisy. But it is hard to pretend you have no pain, you know? Like you do not care?

Qué decidirías cuando hacer feliz a la persona a la que amas significa también destrozarte el corazón?

Sometimes I felt as if we were all wading around in grief, reluctant to admit to others how far we were wading or drowning.

The secret of poetry is cruelty.

All beauty, according to Lady Katchatka, had its origins in pain.

Do yourself a favor, and realize that there's no technique in the world that will save you. There are no pills, no secrets, no passwords on the path to greatness. You've got to embrace the pain, push the threshold, and feel the suck, and then you've got to muster the courage to go back six times a week.

My face felt like it had just been rammed into a brick wall . . . because it had.

I'm on the verge of a total breakdown. Sciatica. Taxes. Cars. Fleas, possibly. It's an absurd existence.