Quotes About Pain

Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy.

I can't quite count the ways in which we hurt one another. It was the means by which we tried to help one another—me, turning her into a patient, her, turning me into a dull authority—which were as bad as, if not worse, than our actual abuses.

Most people don't know how to maximise their pleasure, they sexualise their pain. Surely you've noticed that most people live without love, spending their lives trying to find people they're not turned on by.

However angry I was with him, however much I wanted to humiliate Terry, I suddenly saw such humanity in his eyes, and in the way he tried to smile - such innocence in the way he wanted to understand me, and such possibility of pain, along with the implicit assumption that he wouldn't be harmed - that I pulled away.

The happiness achieved in isolation from the world and enjoyed within the confines of one's own private existence can never be anything but the famous "absence of pain," a definition on which all variations of consistent sensualism must agree.

El corazón conoce sus propias penas y hay momentos cuando es reconfortante pensar, como el rey David, que Dios mismo recoge nuestras lágrimas en su redoma, y ni una sola de ellas cae en el olvido del único que sabe guiarnos por los senderos del dolor.

mermaids have no tears, and therefore they suffer more.

Her tender feet felt as if cut with sharp knives, but she cared not for it; a sharper pang had pierced through her heart.

But they hurt me so," said the little mermaid. "Pride must suffer pain," replied the old lady.

Sharp knives seemed to cut her delicate feet, yet she hardly felt them--so deep was the pain in her heart.

No death is sweeter than this, and no rose redder than the blood that flows.

only that the mermaids have no tears, and therefore they suffer more.

I used to wonder why Lucy liked those songs so much. You know what I mean? She sits in the dark and listens and cries. Music does that to her...I didn't understand for a long time. But I do now. The sad songs are a safe hurt. It's a diversion. It's controlled. And maybe it helps you imagine that real pain will be like that. But it's not. Lucy knows that, of course. You can't prepare for real pain. You just have to let it rip you apart.

I kept hearing that better to have loved and lost bullshit. Another falsehood. Trust me, it is not better. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down

Sad songs are a safe hurt. It's a diversion. It's controlled. And maybe it helps you imagine that real pain will be like that. But it's not. You can't prepare for real pain. You just have to let it rip you apart.

Painful memories didn't just ease back in-they shoved the door open hard, all of them and all at once

He truly believed that no one could love him, and no matter who you are, that hurts. It made you insecure. It made you want to hide and build fences

The sad songs are a safe hurt. It's a diversion. It's controlled. And maybe it helps you imagine that real pain will be like that. But it's not. Lucy knows that, of course. You can't prepare for real pain. You just have to let it rip you apart.

We have something in common now." Augie looks a question at him. "Well, something horrible," Tom continues. "We've both lost children. I know your pain now. It's like . . . it's like being members of the worst club imaginable.

The pain flooded in again. It was always there, of course. Through the shaking hands and slapping of the backs, the grief stayed by his side, tapping Griffin on the shoulder, whispering in his ear, reminding him that they were partners for life.

Tragedy sort of works this way: Once it snakes its way in, it cuts down all your defenses and allows its brethren easy access to feed.

Some people are conduits for misery.

Grief can be inordinately selfish.

None of this was comforting. It was weird and it hurt. But (...) I did it anyway.