Quotes About Pain

I'm not my pain, nor my bitterness. Nothing seems consequential up here. Even Taropat. I see him as a crusty old man, tramping through the dark valleys down there. I've escaped him, like a spirit.

In the darkness beyond life, pain would end.

As he ran, he stripped off his uniform, unaware of the cold. The Magravandian cloth and leather burned him like gall. It was a symbol of all that destroyed him.

I heard you scream. Was it pain or pleasure? Hard to tell with that creature, isn't it?" Daniel sighed. He didn't want to argue. "It's a shame we have to part this way, Taz, but if that's how you want it to be…" "You are full of him," Taziel said. "I can see his glow on you.

Love makes you weak and vulnerable. It's like a disease. I hate this feeling. It's making me something I'm not.

Their hearts were as brittle as crystal shards, yet just as sharp and hard. They broke easily into a thousand fragments, and each of those fragments was a new heart, keen enough to wound and tear.

The pain was just a small spark that kindled a greater flame of pleasure within her. She became pure feeling, devoid of intellect. The delicate petals of poppies drifted down upon her face. She was enfolded in feathers, in great wings.

Shem enfolded Daniel in his arms and rocked him like a child. He uttered a low, monotonous groan, as if in pain, then words spilled out of him like blood.

If I talked of Valraven Palindrake disparagingly before you went to Caradore as his bride, it was the voice of my pain.

I could tell that the lady's pain was condensing hard within every eloim heart, as we smiled and nodded at our friends, talking in voices that barely shook, of the capricious bent of the artistic soul.

She had not come all this way to die like this, without even confronting the object of her pain and love.

There was so much unsaid about our history; so much pain contained there.

He wished he was made of stone, and did not have to feel anything.

He painted beautiful demons that smiled with frightening realism from the canvas; demons that-even though only representations in paint-promised pain and pleasure in equal measure.

By the time it was Ellony's turn to speak, tears filled Pharinet's eyes and her chest was full of the pain of repressed weeping. The moment was wonderful and terrible. In this agony was a sweet, pure feeling. Ellony would never experience it.

Something dark had hooked itself into my heart.

A wall had come between them, a soft wall of Ellony. How could it hurt this much?

In this life, he had inflicted pain upon many people without feeling the slightest twinge of compassion, yet contemplation of Shemyaza's martyrdom kindled panic in Othman's heart.

I think she's running from a broken heart. She left it behind her somewhere, but she can still hear it cracking.

Wounded?" was all I could manage. "Yes," said Pat. "And you're wounded in the same place. That's what fathers do if they don't heal their wounds. They wound their children in the same place.

Sharley felt his strength ebbing away, and his weak leg throbbed painfully, but then a tingling sensation thrilled through his frame and the fighting blood of the Lindenshield clan began to roar through his veins. He drew breath and out crashed the war cry of the icemark...

To the young among his admirers, he was the fresh face of an emerging, better world; to the old, a balm for the pain of lost youth and the bitterness of mortality—a bright spot in a dreary world still pulling itself up out of the gray muck of war.

The real me died years ago. I died and I went to hell. This is hell.

Y poco a poco, Spider-Man se dio cuenta de lo que era el dolor en su mente. Sentido arácnido. No como lo conocía, una conmoción aguda advirtiéndole del peligro inminente. Este era más profundo, más firme, más constante. Un tipo de alarma completamente diferente a todo lo que había visto.