Quotes About Pain

He said souls can be just as bloody and torn up as bodies can. He called it the other kind of violence.

Betrayal is a facet of love.

The nerves of the skin send pain signals to the brain to warn us of the danger from and impending injury. In the case of self-inflicted wounding, this pain acts as the body's own defense mechanism to stop one from proceeding in the effort at physical injury. If a person proceeds despite the pain, that means that he or she is motivated by something stronger than the pain, something that makes him or her capable of ignoring or enduring it.

He's tired of watching his friends die," Cross said quietly. "We're all tired of watching friends die. It doesn't make him special." "Well," Cristena said, "it doesn't make it easy, either.

Lucius, what do you fear? That we shall be tortured and killed? Every living thing must die, and there are things far worse than the suffering of physical pain. How much more terrible if we should comport ourselves disgracefully and lose our self-respect; then we should truly be damaged, and the harm would have been inflicted by ourselves.

The doctor says he has to amputate all of me.

But oh how sure I am that it is so much better to have love with all its pains and terrors and fanaticism than to live untouched the life of the vegetable. But how it tears one, and how unruhig it is.

You couldn't relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole—like the world, or the person you loved." Stewart O'Nan

Rispetto a quella conclusa, la sofferenza ancora aperta è timida, riservata e silenziosa.

He knows that something somewhere has to break/He sees the family home now looming in the headlights/The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache/ Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage/on the shore of a dark Scottish lake

You're no mystery, But just plain MISERY.

My chest was tight with painful, intoxicated misery.

We wear our troubles on our faces, Varencienne thought, then imagined herself with frozen agony in the set of her mouth.

Their lilting laughter sounded like crazy birds and rippling water; rising and falling. My hand had begun to throb with a dull pain, and my vision seemed somehow faded. Colours blended like wet paint before my eyes. I was dizzy, thrown from person to person in the crowd; hands caught me and pushed me away. I struggled to pass through them.

A perfect image of Daniel filled the entire of the crystal, his face composed and tranquil, his delicate lips drawn in a wise smile. The image was so lovely it punched shards of pain through Shemyaza's heart. He wanted to look away, but could not. How could he have forgotten this?

She succumbed to the disease of love, reliquished her flesh to its fevering infection, opened her mind to its gnawing absesses and sores.

The boy whimpered in pleasure as Paliadion's teeth sliced into his flesh.

He has become the victim of violation, raped of his soul essence and personality.

To be apart from Min would be like dying for him, and no gloves of fur and snakeskin could stroke away the pain.

The landscape rushed past him, gathering him up, and he was back there, frozen in terror and pain, pleading for mercy, finding none.

You have filled me with death, with your breath of death.

He, like his brother, the sad Mikha'il, had a wound above the heart that never healed.

There are no marks left upon my body, but sometimes I feel as if my mind is nothing but a mass of scar tissue.

Silently, Leeth suffered with the weight of her love for Ays. It seemed like a strangling python, which had wrapped her in a suffocating embrace, and whose coils were too thick and numerous to escape.