Quotes About Pain

That was the way with grief: it left you alone for months together until you thought that you were cured, and then without warning it blotted out the sunlight.

The best medicine I know for rheumatism is to thank the Lord that it ain't gout.

I covered my face because they had taken my wisdom teeth out.

Hearts got broken every day. Nobody died from that. But it did kind of fade the sunlight and drain the color from the days.

Anyone who wasn't half-stoned on pain meds would have instantly realized what a really bad idea this plan was, but since that didn't include me, I didn't worry about it.

You don't look so hot, Adrien." "Yeah, well I'm having a bad heart day." His upper lip curled in a semblance of a smile. "Tell me about it.

Why did we all crave love so badly when half the time it left us annihilated?

When you live with a potentially life-threatening condition you get used to the thought of dying. You accept it, you push on. The thing that scared me was the picture of dying slowly and painfully, the loss of independence and identity to illness.

Eyes closed, I murmured, "Are you kissing it better?" "Am I?" "I think so. My lips hurt too.

His knee was killing him, was not going to support him for much longer, but of far greater importance seemed the erection shoving against the constriction of his jeans. Biological imperative.

He had firsthand knowledge of getting punched in the face, and it was an experience he didn't want to repeat.

You're not sure because you're feeling pretty stiff and achy, and

While the resurrection promises us a new and perfect life in the future, God loves us too much to leave us alone to contend with the pain, guilt and loneliness of our present life.

I wanted her note to say that I was a red hole dug out of the guts of her, a seeping wound that hadn't healed a lick in the twenty-odd years since she had left me.

Now, I don't think about it." Or when I did, I mostly felt a terrible relief. Truly terrible, like a person who's been told they no longer have to carry the weight of their own gangrenous and rotting left arm. It smells, it hurts, it's literally killing you—but it's still the only left arm that you'll ever have.

the way we ended things was not uncommon for kids like us. She said we'd lost enough in our short lives to want to cauterize our wounds before they happened. We burned our connection closed before we felt the holes.

Our hurts are heavy, and we let them sink. Every day they drift lower, settling in murky places where the light can't reach.

That memory is so crushing why write me letters I already know.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief. Aeschylus

Unless by some miracle, he got up from the chair and changed his life. Unless some store of character revealed itself, and with a little guidance from me, he returned in six months a new man. But even then, I thought, that change, that character, would have to be in him already. I was never going to manufacture it with a few stern warnings—God knows I'd tried—and pain forgets within the hour what it learns in an instant.

But remember, continuing a wrong relationship only increases the pain when it finally does end.

This ending of this love, while short, is like a paper cut. You get so caught up in the story that you are uncovering that you fail to see the edge begin to bite. It cuts deep and it stings no better than the last time but in a week or two, you will forget that it even happened;

Now, it it well known that one cannot step on a tack without saying something about it.

Tears are words the mouth can't say nor can the heart bare.