Quotes About Pain

She didn't say, Come on now, stop your crying, everything's going to be okay, which is the automatic thing people say when they want you to shut up. She said, "It hurts, I know it does. Let it out. Just let it out.

Loss takes up inside of everything sooner or later and eats right through

I was inspired by the words of Professor Julius Lester, which I kept propped on my desk: "History is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart and we repeat history until we are able to make another's pain in the heart our own.

I wanted it to suggest how important it is to take the broken, painful, and discarded fragments of our lives and piece them into something whole. There can be healing, and power, too, in giving expression to what's inside of us, in having our voices heard and our pain witnessed. As writer Isak Dinesen put it, "All sorrows can be borne if we put them in a story or tell a story about them.

For nearly two years, I'd worn my grief for Jesus like a second skin. In all that time, the pain of his absence had not diminished. The familiar burning came to my eyes, followed by that sense I often got of wandering inside my heart, desperately searching for what I could never find—my husband. I feared my grief would turn to despair, that it would become a skin I couldn't shed.

It has been a day of suffering for you," he said, and the words opened a ravine of sadness in me. My eyes glazed, a sob creeping up the back of my throat.

Aunt-Sister would've said, 'Let her go, it's past the time,' but I wanted the pain of mauma's face and hands more than the peace of being without them.

History is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart and we repeat history until we are able to make another's pain in the heart our own." ACKNOWLEDGMENTS My deepest thanks to . . .

Every time it happened, it was like coming upon an empty room I didn't know was there, and stepping in, I would be pierced by it, by the ghost of the one who'd once filled it up. I didn't stumble into this place much anymore, but when I did, it hollowed out little pieces of my chest.

There's no pain on earth that doesn't require a benevolent witness.

A história não são apenas fatos e eventos. A história também é a dor em nosso coração, e nós repetimos a história até que sejamos capazes de fazer nossa a dor no coração de outro.

I slept with grief and woke to it. It was always there, a black strap around my heart.

every pain in this world wants to be witnessed

In writing The Invention of Wings, I was inspired by the words of Professor Julius Lester, which I kept propped on my desk: "History is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart and we repeat history until we are able to make another's pain in the heart our own." ACKNOWLEDGMENTS My deepest thanks to . . .

It's always a marvel when one's pain doesn't settle into bitterness, but brings forth kindness instead.

It's always a marvel when one's pain doesn't settle into bitterness, but brings forth kindness instead

But he was Jesus, and I was Ana. I wasn't ready to let go of my animosity toward Judas. I would do so in time, but right now it saved me. It left less room inside for pain.

I let my fingers brush the inside of his elbow. Then I dampened the towel and wiped the dirt and blood from his hands, arms, chest, and face, from the coils of his ears and the creases in his neck, all the while falling and falling, slamming into myself, into the boundless pain.

It seemed like I was holding back a reservoir of doubt, pain, and disillusionment

Were women the only ones with hearts large enough to hold such anguish?

Most everyone has a private torment, some voracious badger that gnaws at them without ceasing, and this was Father's.

Most everyone has a private torment, some voracious badger that gnaws at them without ceasing

But she and Cyrus had had a love for the ages. They had connected so beautifully, with both understanding and passion. But now what did she have to show for the marriage? A husband who thought she was shrewish. The gonorrhea infection

Because if I let myself feel the pain and the anger, I think it might kill me. Or I might kill someone else. I know it's wrong to feel that way about God and I know its's wrong to not feel anything. I hate it. I don't hate God. I hate not loving Him.