Quotes About Pain

Bear put his hand over his heart. "I just feel that something horrible has happened to a book somewhere that has my ancestors crying out in horror and pure pain." Ski

Surprisingly, Gwendolyn, I have more important things to do with my time, like put bamboo shoots under my nails or drill holes in all my teeth.

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Time. She had to go home. As soon as the lunar eclipse occurred in three weeks. Because if she stayed here, she would die. Either from the bullet in her back, or from the pain that was slowly sinking talons into her.

Secrets are always hardest at the beginning. After a while they settle in like the cavities in your teeth, and you only think about them when they hurt.

Everyone thought because she was so too-ga-tha she didn't feel pain and the men she went with felt the same.

There are all kinds of addicts, I guess. We all have pain. And we all look for ways to make the pain go away.

The worst wounds, the deadliest of them, aren't the ones people see on the outside. They're the ones that make us bleed internally.

It's easy to look at people and make quick judgments about them, their present and their past, but you'd be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides. What a person shows to the world is only one tiny facet of the iceberg hidden from sight. And more often then not, it's lined with cracks and scars that go all the way to the foundation of their soul.

The worst wounds, the deadliest of them, aren't the ones people see on the outside. They're the ones that make us bleed internally.

Sometimes limbs must be re-broken to set properly, her heart too needed to shatter anew before it could truly heal.

I love everything about her, including her talent for breaking my heart.

What stupid children they had been, to cause each other such pain and then to hold on to their wounds so fiercely. She

Mum—my real mum, not Mrs. Cornish—always told me that men hate it when women bring up their menses. I thought it was ridiculous. They love to moan about their own aches and pains, why should they begrudge us a little complaining about ours?

Paul Tillich has a beautiful formulation: "Language . . . has created the word 'loneliness' to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word 'solitude' to express the glory of being alone.

The work of neuroscientist Antonio Damasio offers insight into the origins of this guilt. Damasio describes two levels of experiencing pain. The first is a physical response to a painful stimulus. The second, a far more complex reaction, is an emotion associated with pain. This is an internal representation of the physical.

I am pregnant with song. My body aches but do not betray me. I will sing songs and hide them away. I will tear them into bits and throw them in the street. The streets of my city are full of dark holes. I will hide my songs in the holes of the streets.

Despite how entertaining certain stories were, at the bottom of every item of gossip there was someone getting hurt.

We avoid pain because we live in a culture that teaches us to avoid pain. We avoid pain because we don't know that turning toward pain — and I use pain as an umbrella term for anything uncomfortable that we wish to avoid feeling — is one of the secret pathways to joy.

you can actually taste the sources of unhappiness breaking up….The taste of purification can't be put into words, but its acquisition marks the transition to a mature spiritual palate…There is a taste that comes about, when a person experiences pleasure or pain with equanimity. It doesn't matter if…emotions or physical pain exist. Every moment of the future will become marginally less filled with suffering and more fulfilling….

When you realize someone is trying to hurt you, it hurts less." "Unless you love them.

The pain of leaving those you've grown to love is only the prelude to an understanding of yourself and others.

Till you experience it, you think that grief is one emotion. It isn't; it is many emotions packaged into one. It's like standing at the top of a tall building and having the floor fall out.

I mention her name and the old pain returns. Forget her, you say? How can you forget a living human being?