Quotes About Pain

I pray for my sister. That she be allowed to discover grace and find peace without drugs. That her hair grows. That some of her pain be driven from her and given to me because I think I can handle it. I pray for her kids. That they find they have a chance to grow up knowing they were loved.

We dream of times that are not and blindly flee the only one that is. The fact is that the present usually hurts. —BLAISE PASCAL

Rincewind could scream for mercy in nineteen languages, and just scream in another forty-four.

And that's when I first learned about evil. It is built in to the very nature of the universe. Every world spins in pain. If there is any kind of supreme being, I told myself, it is up to all of us to become his moral superior.

And Tiffany knew that if a witch started thinking of anyone as just anything, that would be the first step on a well-worn path that could lead to, oh, to poisoned apples, spinning wheels, and a too-small stove... and to pain, and terror, and horror and the darkness.

Being Ymor's right-hand man was like being gently flogged to death with scented bootlaces.

He sagged to his knees. He ached all over. It wasn't just that his brain was writing cheques that his body couldn't cash. It had gone beyond that. Now his feet were borrowing money that his legs hadn't got, and his back muscles were looking for loose change under the sofa cushions.

It might have interested Newt to know that, of the thirty-nine thousand women tested with the pin during the centuries of witch-hunting, twenty-nine thousand said "ouch," nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine didn't feel anything because of the use of the aforesaid retractable pins, and one witch declared that it had miraculously cleared up the arthritis in her leg.

Truly, he thought, the way of enlightenment is like unto half a mile of broken glass.

Besides, when you hit your thumb with an eight-pound hammer it's nice to be able to blaspheme. It takes a very special and strong-minded kind of atheist to jump up and down with their hand clasped under their other armpit and shout, "Oh, random fluctuations-in-the-space-time-contiuum!" or "Aaargh, primitive-and-outmoded-concept on a crutch!

Fairyland, where dreams can hurt. Somewhere all stories are real, all songs are true. I thought that was a strange thing for the kelda to say. . . .

People were good at imagining hells, and some they occupied while they were alive.

The death of the warrior or the old man or the little child, this I understand, and I take away the pain and end the suffering. I do not understand this death-of-the-mind.

He ached all over. It wasn't just that his brain was writing checks that his body couldn't cash. It had gone beyond that. Now his feet were borrowing money that his legs hadn't got, and his back muscles were looking for loose change under the sofa cushions.

I want to feel both the beauty and the pain of the age we are living in. I want to survive my life without becoming numb. I want to speak and comprehend word of wounding without having these words becomg the landscape where I dwell. I want to possess a light touch that can elevate darkness to the realm of stars.

Sorrow has a voice. It is the cold scream of silence turned inward.

Our species is committing suicide- that is a choice -and in the process, we are causing others pain.

I want to feel both the beauty and the pain of the age we are living in. I want to survive my life without becoming numb. I want to speak and comprehend words of wounding without having these words become the landscape where I dwell. I want to possess a light touch that can elevate darkness to the realm of stars.

If you don't love him, if you don't even care about him, then seeing him now shouldn't be all that painful. Should it?

Asl?nda hepimiz yaral?y?z. Sadece baz?lar?m?z?n yaras? di?erlerinden daha fazla belli, o kadar.

Friendships are broken all the time. So are hearts.

Ac?m t?pk? organlar?m? kemiren bir yarat?k gibi hala canl?.Ölmeyecek.Ölmeyi reddediyor.Onu oraya sen koydun, sen ektin, embriyoya onca y?l?n besinini verdin.Ve sonra yürüyüp gittin. Bana iyilik yapt???n? söyledin.Åžimdi ayr?lmak daha iyi, eÄŸer bu iÅŸ uzarsa sadece daha fazla ac? verecek, dedin. Ac? çekmenin ne olduÄŸunu bilmiyorsun…

Kalp meselelerinde, ?st?rap refakat bulmaya can atar.

But if you get hurt, you're not the only one who bleeds, Jane. I do, too.