Quotes About Pain

I am scared, numbed from the marital wars - that deadly, deadening combat which is the opposite, the antithesis of the sharp painful struggles of lovers. Lovers fight with knives and whips, husbands and wives poisoned marshmallows, sleeping pills, and wet blankets.

It seems that the appetite for pictures showing bodies in pain is as keen, almost, as the desire for ones that show bodies naked.

And suicide is the third, ultimate use of suffering—conceived of not as an end to suffering, but as the ultimate way of acting on suffering.

To take a picture is to have an interest in things as they are, in the status quo remaining unchanged, to be in complicity with whatever makes a subject interesting, worth photographing-including, when that is the interest, another person's pain or misfortune.

No "we" should be taken for granted when the subject is looking at other people's pain.

Esto es lo que hace la guerra. Y aquello es lo que hace, también. La guerra rasga, desgarra. La guerra rompe, destripa. La guerra abrasa. La guerra desmembra. La guerra arruina.

Sadness is thick, like a heavy fog that clouds your vision so you can't see any of the good things around you. But grief is something else. It's not fog, it's a storm. It rages inside you, tearing at your organs, pulling at your heart, lungs, skin, until they feel like they are going to rip wide open, exposing the most delicate parts of you, leaving them bloody and raw.

A fresh eddy of sadness washed over Natalie, and she shuddered with emotional pain. When would the tears stop? When would the pain subside? It wasn't like a headache or illness that could be cured by swallowing a pill. No, this ache of missing and regret felt like a constant, incurable condition.

That's how it is with infants. The minute the pain's gone, so are the tears. If more people would do that, the world would be a happier place.

She loved him so much that it hurt. Maybe that was how love worked. If you could handle the pain, you'd find the sweetness.

When your pain is bad, and your strength is gone, you might start thinking of leaving." "Leaving. I like that.

Perhaps Jamie hadn't meant to teach her to bear up under unbearable pain, but he had shown her that appearances were everything, and illusion was a powerful tool.

She'd always thought a broken heart would heal with time. Now she knew the hurt only went deeper with each passing day.

Maybe that was why the term "old flame" had been invented. Somebody always got burned.

a broken heart doesn't care how the love got lost.

No amount of liquor could make him forget the things he yearned to erase from his mind—

maybe crying helped, he reflected, counting the squares of the grid that imprisoned him. Not crying was actually painful, an ache of pressure in his chest. Maybe girls cried because it let off the pressure.

understanding. The day she and Rand had broken up, her father had spoken with surprising insight: There's a kind of love that has the power to save you, to get you through life. It's like breathing. You have to do it or you'll die. And when it's over, your soul starts to bleed, Livvy. There's no pain in the world like it, I swear. Now, finally

Everyone had pain. But not everyone had to stay hidden behind it.

Maybe the lesson to be learned here was that the price of letting someone into her heart was the pain of letting go. Or maybe the even harder work of holding on, no matter what the risk.

If your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours.

lifeless body, lying twisted and

Why do philosophers in the South so often end as newspapermen, poets as doctors? Maybe they crave what's found in pain and loss: a sense of living among other human beings. They'll give up dreams for that.

Algebra written across a blackboard hurts As a tight shoe hurts; it can't be walked in. Music, a song score, hurts, How far lies one note from another?