Quotes About Pain

You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I'll never recover. What Rissa's death did to the boy I was? You have the ability to do a thousand times worse to the man I've become.

Nanak dukhiya sab sansar.

Eejits can feel pain, mi patron, otherwise I couldn't train them. I don't think they suffer in the same way we do. To suffer implies emotion, and eejits don't have that

True Joy is not the absence of pain but the sanctifying, sustaining presence of the Lord Jesus in the midst of the pain

Childbirth, said Sally, is an unpleasing process. It must be quite awful for the father who, according to Walter, suffers even more than the mother. I don't quite understand about that, but of course I take his word for it.

Mirar Adentro Del siglo dieciseis data mi pena y apenas lo sabía porque aquel ruiseñor siempre canta en mi pena. Looking Within From the sixteenth century dates my suffering though I barely felt it for that nightingale always sings in my suffering.

Dear Thomas, on his knees to me, pleading. And his pain smote me to the core of my heart, and I saw: Mother of misery, I had done this to him. Cernunnos had tried to warn me. I was not whole, not ready, he had said. Ongwynn had tried to warn me. All powers above and below, even the sweet lady mother of us all, had tried. This moment was the one that Lady water had tried to show me…. Yet I whispered, "I cannot.

Antiabortion activists often make exceptions for rape and incest, which suggests that it is her desire for sex for which a woman must pay with her pain.

the authors of the CIA manual, that effective torture was not sadism but science. "The precise pain in the precise place, in the precise amount" was his motto.

We learn the same lesson over and over again: in highly unequal societies, with deep injustices reliably tracing racial fault lines, disasters don't bring us all together in one fuzzy human family. They take preexisting divides and deepen them further, so the people who were already getting most screwed over before the disaster get extra doses of pain during and after.

I imagine that one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, that they will be forced to deal with pain. —JAMES BALDWIN Notes of a Native Son, 1955

Los capitalistas del desastre comparten la misma incapacidad de distinguir entre destrucción y creación, entre dolor y recuperación.

I didn't need this much more to lose.

I just sobbed myself out until I had too much of a headache to go on crying, and after that I was cold and stiff

I am not whimpering, at all," Temeraire muttered, and added, "ow!" There

Laurence reached up to wipe the grime from his face, and finding his hand come away red with gore felt back to where his scalp hung open and wet. Help me fold it up again, he said. A head wound is always a bloody nuisance; but unless my brains are out in the air, I suppose it will not kill me.

You're just setting yourself up for pain and anguish if you do something like that. But pain and anguish were everywhere anyway. Might as well put them to good use.

the long sorrow of the color red.

He's mourning his son, number 3000 American dead in Iraq, but as far as he can feel, the worst one.

If a woman's sexual sense of self has centered on pain as far back as the record goes, who is she without it? If suffering is beauty and beauty is love, she cannot be sure she will be loved if she does not suffer. It is hard, because of such conditioning, to envisage a female body free of pain and still desirable.

Pain is real when you can get other people to believe in it. If no one believes it but you, your pain is madness or hysteria or your own unfeminine inadequacy.

Every adversity, every unpleasant circumstance, every failure, and every physical pain carries with it the seed of an equivalent benefit.

Give me hunger, O you gods that sit and give The world its orders. Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love, A voice to speak to me in the day end, A hand to touch me in the dark room Breaking the long loneliness.

Perhaps for that very reason, I adored her all the more, because of the eternal human stupidity of pursuing those who hurt us the most.