Quotes About Pain

Your heart can break at any age.

Her best friend was gone and nobody understood that no amount of makeup, fresh air or shopping was going to fill the hole in her heart.

But where pain was, healing could come; where loneliness was, new relationships could be formed; where rejection was, new love could be found. It was a moment. And moments changed. She would have to live through the moment to get to the next.

Imagining and fantasizing did nothing but break her heart.

One must not speak of such things. One is still scarred from that experience.

the thing about love - no one is untouchable. It's as wild as that, as raw as an open flesh wound exposed to salty sea water, but when it actually breaks, it's silent. You're just screaming on the inside and no one can hear it.

When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters a table leg breaks or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart when that breaks it s completely silent. You would think as it s so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world or even have some[...] But it s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.

Sé paciente y resiste; algún día este dolor te será útil.

The most painful moment in my life also became the moment I showed the most strength and courage.

Sometimes I forget why I feel that way, I just have this feeling that something bad has happened to me and affected my life.

She felt disgusting and used and like she could never trust anyone ever again, and the last thing she wanted was food.

Holly just felt as though she was missing a vital organ from her body.

It is what he regrets, what beats him up inside that makes him relive it over and over a thousand times a day.

When you fall on the ground really hard and you can't figure out whether it hurts or not you look to your parents. If they look worried and rush towards you, you cry. If they laugh and smack the ground saying, 'Bold ground,' then you pick yourself up and get on with it.

She just didn't want to cry, anything but show this insensitive little shit how much he'd hurt her.

Why did I walk away from something that was perfect? They ask me all the time. But I didn't. Truth is, something that I thought was perfect was taken away from me, and I never wanted perfect again. I wanted middle of the road. Stuff I didn't care about, so that I couldn't lose anything I really loved ever again.

When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground, it makes a crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table breaks, or a picture fall of the wall, it makes noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it's completely silent... and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.

This afternoon it rains as never before; and I don't feel like staying alive, heart. This afternoon is pleasant. Why shouldn't it be? It is wearing grace and pain; it is dressed like a woman.

Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.

The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

We live less than the time it takes to blink an eye, if we measure our lives against eternity. So it may be asked what value is there to a human life. There is so much pain in the world. What does it mean to have to suffer so much if our lives are nothing more than the blink of an eye? . . .I learned a long time ago, Reuven, that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something.

And then I was crying too, crying with Danny, silently, for his pain and for the years of his suffering, knowing that I loved him, and not knowing whether I hated or loved the long, anguished years of his life.

Oh, if I could paint this, I thought. Ribbono Shel Olom, if I could paint this world, this clean world of rain and patterns on glass, and trees on my street, and people beneath the trees. I would even paint and draw pain and suffering if I could paint and draw the other, too. I would paint the rain as tears and I would paint the rain as waters of purification. What do they want from me? Ribbono Shel Olom, it's Your gift. Why don't You show them it's Your gift?

There is an old Russian saying: When fingernails are being pulled out in Moscow, fingers are being chopped off in the provinces. That saying one can take at full value.