Quotes About Pain

Sabía cómo se sentía: aquellas náuseas en su estómago que se extendían como el cáncer, la rabia, la impotencia y la necesidad de acurrucarse en privado y buscar la fuerza para volver a meter los recuerdos en aquel agujero profundo y oscuro donde seguían viviendo.

Nunca conseguiríamos ficar juntos porque era demasiado doloroso... excepto quando era inacreditavelmente perfeito.

The words she wanted to say burned her throat and tongue, explanations and declarations that would only cause more pain because the end would only be the same.

His hand reached up to his chest and rubbed at the area over his heart as if it hurt him.

No matter how we move forward, there's always going to be that crack there that didn't exist before. That's what hurts.

without him for any length of time made me feel sick. I had to swallow past a painful lump to ask

You're not? A woman doesn't take a sabbatical from men if she hasn't been hurt by one real badly.

I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week.

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.

I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I'm afraid for myself... the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain... remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted. When you feel that this may be good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder.

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.

And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.

I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously feeling every bit of it or she wouldn't groan like that, and she would go straight home and start another baby, because the drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor or pain was waiting to open up and shut her in again.

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it --from Elm, written 19 April 1962

Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.

Not being perfect hurts.

The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful.

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get at.

Shut up in public those bloody private wounds.

Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God

My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.