Quotes About Pain

I was at a party in Alexandra Palace tobogganing on the ski slope, got whiplashed at 40mph, put my hands out to balance myself, and three fingers got caught in the artificial snow. I broke four knuckles. I have not drummed since.

So many people in the world would rather stay in a situation that's painful but familiar because they're comfortable with it. Not a lot of people have the strength or heart to realize when something's not good for them and to turn around and be alone.

I think the reason I've been so committed to advocacy is because I see so many people in pain.

I've fought injured so many times for so many years.

I played so many years without having a big contract, to have the big contract and not win and not have the appreciation, it hurt.

I was in a dark place for so many years. There was no joy.

Now I just have these reddish scars there. I guess I always will, although Goody says they'll fade over time. I don't know if I want them to fade. That probably sounds totally freaky, but part of me doesn't want to forget what it felt like, even though it hurt. If I forget about the pain, I might also forget that it was a really stupid idea to do it in the first place.

He who fears he will suffer, already suffers from his fear.

A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears.

Light griefs can speak: deep sorrows are dumb.      —Seneca, Hippolytus, act ii. scene 3.] A

Pain compels even the innocent to lie.

Our main enemies are held to be death, poverty and pain. Yet everyone knows that death, called the dreadest of all dreadful things, is by others called the only haven from life's torments, our natural sovereign good, the only guarantor of our freedom, the common and ready cure of all our ills;2 some await it trembling and afraid: others [C] bear it more easily than life.3 [B] One man complains that death is too available:4

A utopia of judicial reticence: take away life, but prevent the patient from feeling it; deprive the prisoner of all rights, but do not inflict pain; impose penalties free of all pain. Recourse to psycho-pharmacology and to various physiological 'disconnectors', even if it is temporary, is a logical consequence of this 'non-corporal' penality. The

only that which never ceases to hurt stays in the memory.

Her y?l biraz daha içler ac?s? bir ÅŸekilde çürüyen bir tenin seyrine güçsüz ve altüst olmuÅŸ bir ÅŸekilde ÅŸahitlik ettiÄŸini bildiÄŸimiz Bataille, tene en ÅŸiddetli ve en ac?mas?z kaderi biçen metinleri meditasyon diye seçer.

Ly-di-ah! I sit beneath your window, laaaass, singing 'cause I loooove your a—" "For the love of St. Francis of Assisi, someone call a vet. There is an injured animal screaming in pain outside," Charlotte interrupted the flow of music in ill-humor.

Alek didn't move, unsure what he could say or do to erase her pain. Like the rest of the Draig, he was a warrior, a fighter, used to the action of doing what needed to be done. But in this situation there was no giant fanged yorkin to hunt, no Var army to battle. There was only reality and the flawed nature of imperfect men. - Dragon Lords 6: The Stubborn Lord by Michelle M. Pillow - Coming 2013

I have never heard anyone refer to any of my brothers as a nice guy... I'm going to assume you really meant he's a pain in the arse but you like him anyway against your better judgment. - Malina MacGregor

She wanted to die. She wanted to die. Because then it would be over. All the loss, all the grief, all the pain, the emptiness - over. And she had said nothing then. Nothing. Nor had she crawled into her room and swallowed her mother's pills, or crawled into her bath and opened up her own wrists. As if death were somehow personal. As if death were somehow an enemy that could be faced and stared down, she would not give it the satisfaction of seeing how badly it had hurt her. Again.

To have someone know you so thoroughly and not want you. Is there anything more painful?

I was so sad that day. My heart was trying to climb from my body.

One midwestern doctor kept a diary of his daily visits to patients. He confessed that there were only two items in his black bag that actually worked. Everything else was snake oil. What actually worked was the hacksaw to cut off injured and diseased limbs, and morphine to dull the pain of amputation.)

lot of emotional poison from an injustice that comes from her husband.

The truth is like a scalpel because it is painful to open our wounds and uncover all of the lies. The wounds in our emotional body are covered by the denial system, the system of lies we have created to protect those wounds. When we look at our wounds with eyes of truth, we can finally heal these wounds.