Quotes About Pain

How long the night seems to one kept awake by pain.

if something hurts me, the hurts I suffered back then come back to me, and when I feel guilty, the feelings of guilt return; if I yearn for something today, or feel homesick, I feel the yearnings and homesickness from back then. The tectonic layers of our lives rest so tightly one on top of the other that we always come up against earlier events in later ones, not as matter that has been fully formed and pushed aside, but absolutely present and alive.

Scars are proof of survival, they shouldn't be hidden—it's a story someone may need to see in order to believe that beyond their pain and suffering, there is healing.

When things were bad, time had a habit of taking its time to pass, making sure you experienced every painful moment. When things were good and contentment abundant, time moved like the wind, hurrying precious moments along and forcing things that normally require nurturing to grow and forge quickly.

But grief let loose from a woman who lost a child—that was the worst type of grief of all.

Wenn man auch die Fähigkeit nicht hat, über einen gewissen Grad von Mitschmerz hinaus zu fühlen - zu denken und zu berechnen vermag man es doch, daß die unfaßbare Jammerquantität vorhanden ist -" "Das vermagst du und ein paar anders -, doch die meisten denken und berechnen nicht." "Denken nicht," wiederholte er. "Gott sei's geklagt, das ist an allen Übeln schuld: die meisten denken nicht.

Change never come without a fight. And you should know by reading this that joy never come without pain.

All I get from your victory is losses.

How does a pearl develop into an oyster? A jagged grain of sand makes its way into the oyster's shell and makes its life unbearable. The oyster exudes slime to cover the grain of sand and the slime eventually hardens into a pearl. The oyster nearly dies in the process. To hell with the pearl, give me the healthy oyster!

FILCH: Oh, you use them again? Why can't I do the better days act? PEACHUM: Because nobody can make his own suffering sound convincing, my boy. If you have a bellyache and say so, people will simply be disgusted.

My heart revolts against the spectre of Almighty indifferent to the pain of sentient being. My conscience rebels against the injustice, the cruelty, the inequality that surrounds me on every side.

To fall in love is awfully simple, but to fall out of love is simply awful.

And standing there... old Abbie Deal began to cry. They are the most painful tears in the world...the tears of the aged...for they come from dried beds where the emotions have long burned low.

Laura knew the price of motherhood to be pain and responsibility; the reward, love and pride.

It was queer how it all hurt you--how the odor of the night, the silver sheen of the moon, the moist feeling of the dew, the whispering of the night breeze, how somewhere down in your throat it hurt you.

And Lord did I push, for thee more hours I pushed, I pushed so hard I shat, Pushed so hard blood vessels burst in my neck and in my chest, pushed so hard my asshole turned inside-out like a rosebud.

Being a Christ follower means being acquainted with sorrow. We must know sorrow to be able to fully appreciate joy. Joy costs pain, but the pain is worth it. After all, the murder had to take place before the resurrection

After explaining how a pearl is made she said: "It's how we survive the hurts in life that brings us strength and give us our beauty.

But I hurt everywhere, Mama. How do I make it stop?" She looked at me with a sad smile. "I don't know. Only you can figure that out. But try to remember something, Teddi: Never tie you happiness to the tail of someone else's kite.

Sometimes when we're holding pain and it gets to be too heavy or goes too deep, we have to give in to it, let it knock us over and pull us all the way down. Once we hit bottom, we rest in a quiet place for a while. Then, when the pain eases and we're ready to face the world again, we come right back up.

The purpose exceeds the pain.

Every holy passage leaves a scar.

The line of his cheek bunched in a smile. My heart made a little lurch toward him. But if I let it move, it would spill its cargo into the sea of pain, so I held it still again, tight and cold.

I had officially joined the cacophony of sick mother fuckers.