Quotes About Pain

I wish I could change things for you, make it so this all doesn't have to hurt so much. But that's the point, isn't it? That one day we'll find that the pain we suffered was worth it.

There are times when fear needs to be in the driver's seat. The best learning and growing happens when wisdom is won from pain.

feelings of hurt and betrayal and utter loss poured through me like batter hitting a hot skillet.

Grief was like that, Ceecee had learned. It either opened your heart or closed it.

Grieving is something we have to live with, it's a constant battle. And the enemy is the rest of our lives. All those nights. All those hours.

The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.

His beard is flecked with grey now, but even at 57 he still has a cherubic face that breaks easily into a broad, youthful smile. Only his eyes betray immense pain. Dignity is the word that comes to mind when one meets him.

There is only one antidote to mental suffering, and that is physical pain.

One day beside some flowers near his noseHe will be thinking, When will I look at it?And pain, still in the middle distance, will replyAt what? and he will know it's gone,O where! and begin to tremble and cry.He will begin to cry as a child criesWhose puppy is mangled under a screaming wheel.

Morality, Schlick was convinced, is not tied to self-denial: "It does not come dressed in a nun's habit." Quite the contrary: "Moral behavior springs from pleasure and pain; if one acts nobly, it is because one enjoys doing so…. Values are not dictated from above, but lie within; it is human nature to be good.

War is the domain of physical exertion and suffering.

There is no weakness in crying. If we do not sorrow over what hurts us, how do we ever go past it? I have shed many a tear myself, Barbara Devane, over what life has brought me. Compassion can come from great pain, if you allow it. But compassion takes courage. Bitterness is easier.

It just hurts too much to feel. As a result, we lose touch with others and find ourselves more and more removed, isolated, and alone. We also become detached from the world. Our sensibilities slowly glaze over, become numb and may eventually turn off. At this juncture, we become dis-connected, not only from others, but from our Self This condition occurs unconsciously as a result of being human and alive.

Life is filled with pain and beauty. It's a journey, a learning experience. You've always been a girl who has had to learn by doing, not by watching and listening--don't change that. Don't change that now--you're too young.

His skin was dark, his face tanned, little crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Sun lines, not laugh lines, she was sure. She couldn't imagine the devil captain ever laughing at anything except, perhaps, someone else's pain.

of course the edges of the wound struggle to close up and the clock wants to be set going (how awkward to be pointing permanently to half past one) amputated limbs feel phantom pain

Don't resist pain. ...when you feel sad or angry or afraid, let yourself feel it.

They said love made you strong, but in Louise's opinion it made you weak. It corkscrewed into your heart and you couldn't get it out again, not without ripping your heart to pieces.

It is in the ruins of this darkness that we absolve the ones who love us badly.

You don't want to hurt me, But see how deep the bullet lies.

You don't wanna hurt me, but you see how deep the bullet lies

There's little enough joy, and far too much pain, in a world like this not to appreciate the beauty that comes your way. He

The pain of being unloved was pushed off to a distance where it could not touch. I became like those flat shining beetles that live in the heart of a rotten log, a creature of no dimension, able to disappear into the narrowest of cracks.

Perhaps it is weariness that causes seers not to act on what they see; for whereas the wisdom of the world can be vast, it includes the many futilities. Ideas do not have legs with which to run and hands with which to craft. They are wisps of smoke floating into a universe of pain and ignorance that overwhelm the capacity of one small human body and the mind trapped inside it.