Quotes About Pain

What are we trying to heal, anyway? The athlete knows the day will never come when he wakes up pain-free. He has to play hurt.

The artist must be like that Marine. He has to know how to be miserable. He has to love being miserable. He has to take pride in being more miserable than any soldier or swabbie or jet jockey. Because this is war, baby. And war is hell.

Men's pain is lightly borne and swiftly over. Our wounds are of the flesh, which is nothing; women's is of the heart—sorrow unending, far more bitter to bear.

You couldn't relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole—like the world, or the person you loved.

Anyone who expresses prejudice is saying that they are in pain and fear - they are wounded.

I come to listen to your pain and to hear the stories and memories of a few obsessed citizens. Jerusalem, I come to you in disguise: in over-colourful, immodest clothes and vulgar make-up... The only way I could come to you was in disguise, as a whore.

Missing someone is a vague, unpleasant sensation, like gnawing anxiety. It isn't as concrete as grief, but it's just as pervasive and there's no escaping it.

If love is what injures us, how can we heal?

Pain was better than anxiety any day of the week and sweat was better than depression.

I've given this a great deal of thought and what I've realized is that revenge doesn't have to be an eye for an eye. Retaliation can take any number of forms. It doesn't need to be crude or obvious. The point is, the pain should be equivalent; not tit for tat but something comparable.

Infidelity reduces and diminishes, leaving nothing where you once had a sense of self-worth.

We live in a society piously concerned about the rights of criminals when their victims' lives have been trashed without any consideration of the price in pain and suffering.

I was tired, and the residual pain from my injuries was like a slow leak from a tire, depleting. Over the course of the day, I could feel myself go flat.

There's a certain class of people who will do you in and then remain completely mystified by the depth of your pain.

my mother died of an overdose of sleeping pills after extensive surgery so that the cause of death was probably listed as despair.

My dear, acting out is not the point because then the game would end. If I gave up the hope of reprisal, I'd forfeit the anger, which is better than pain.

What I wanted was to bang by forehead against the steering wheel till it bled. Maybe the self-inflicted pain would help me clear my thought process.

Who can explain the difference between something chosen by the mind and something decided by the heart? Words are not kelp string. They cannot bind pain into neat packs to be stored away like food in a cache.

Her thoughts immediately brought to mind a line by Elizabeth Barrett Browning: "I shall but love thee better after death." Some pains are sweet.

Her brain imaging studies show that rejection and exclusion trigger the same circuits in the same part of the brain, the anterior cingulate, as physical pain.

when you feel pain from your raw spot, are there ghosts standing behind your lover?

You will learn that rejection and abandonment are danger cues that plunge us into real physical pain, that sexual infatuation and novelty are overrated, and that even the most distressed couples can repair their bond if they are guided to deal with their emotions a little differently.

behind the mask of indifference is bottomless misery and behind apparent callousness, despair.

Later I used to wonder why it was so difficult for him to bear the pain of his family when he was so forgiving of the pain of his patients.