Quotes About Pain

Beneath his zen-like tranquility lurks something wounded… and dangerous.

When you protect yourself from pain, be sure you do not protect yourself from love.

Life is pain management and a slow march towards death, but here's to having fun while we're marching!

So yet another man had encountered the morass of my family and felt the only solution was to put a gun to his head. This does not bode well.

That which is beautiful is magnified by being shared with others.That which is painful is often moderated by being shared. Both are logical. -Spock

Because that's what Nazi Germany was: the bully who found your most painful wound and poked at it with a stick.

On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, shaken into funny groans by the bump of each step as he hurried down.

The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or of joy. The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone. For a life in the past cannot be shared with the present. Each person who gets stuck in time gets stuck alone.

The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or joy.

Compassion is the feeling of empathy which the pain of one being of itself awakens in another; and the higher and more human the beings are, the more keenly attuned are they to re-echo the note of suffering which, like a voice from heaven, penetrates the heart.

Pain and suffering, they are a secret. Kindness and love, they are a secret. But I have learned that kindness and love can pay for pain and suffering.

For who can stop the heart from breaking?

My walk through the flames permanently scarred my face, but it was the hidden scars that disabled me even more than the obvious ones.

My heart is dark and ripe as a bruise. An ache hollowing me out. Missing you has no purpose, no point. But still I do.

I and the public know What all schoolchildren learn, Those to whom evil is done Do evil in return.' W.H. Auden, 'September 1, 1939', 1940

We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.

my venturings had become desperate searches for the sustenance of torment.

I don't feel anything but rage for the person who gave me a secret I didn't want.

Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)

I think the deeper we go, the less likelihood we'll have of being recognised as something unwanted. It's like the human body - the greatest density of pain receptors lies in the skin.

You don't usually think of boredom as something similar to pain. That's because you've only been exposed to it in relatively small doses. You don't know its true colour. The difference between the boredom you know and the boredom I know is like the difference between touching snow and putting your hand in a vat of liquid nitrogen.

This one could turn her back on her own dying father, or watch a blinded man whimper in pain and not give one cold cuss.

I lost my dad way too early and it was agonisingly awful. I missed him so much and I hated knowing that I could never again pick up the phone to tell him about my day.

What kind of man would I have been if I had not been there to help her? I felt along with her - not the physical pain, of course, but all her mental anguish. You can't be detached.