Quotes About Pain

It hurts a father to see a son this way. It makes no difference what age the son is; it hurts.

In every betrayal dwells a self-betrayal.

I've read the dying feel no pain but sense everything that goes on around them. They view the scene from a brief distance above and no matter who they are or how old, they gain a wisdom from that last vista. But we are the living, remaining on the ground, and what we know is the narrow and the unbroken. Here, we are strewn about in in the lengthy expanse of an archipelago, too far to call one another, too far to see.

the most wretched of sights, the just-crushed spirit.

Let go, he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. No, not of me, he said, smiling. You can hold on to me as long as you want. Let go of the pain, Sookie. Let go. You need to drift away. It was the first time I had relinquished my will to someone else. As I looked at him, it became easy, and I retreated from the suffering and uncertainty of this strange place.

And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.

I have a big hole in my heart, I said. But it'll close over. I don't want to sound all Dr. Phil, she said. But don't let the scab seal the pain in, okay? That's good advice, I said. I hope I can manage it.

I'd been blindsided with the most painful knowledge: the first man to ever say he loved me had never loved me at all. His passion had been artificial. His pursuit of me had been choreographed.

I'm supposed to be a christian, but most days I don't feel like I can even presume to say that about myself any longer. I have a lot of mad left over. When I can't sleep, I think about the other people who didn't care how much pain and trouble they caused me. And I think about how good I'd feel if they died.

My mouth was dry as cotton and my head hurt like hell. I tried to lift it, and the effort left me shaken and nauseated. I satisfied myself with just shifting my eyes around. I thought of all the books I'd read, all the mysteries. Spencer wouldn't have ended up this way. Neither would Kinsey Milhone. Or Henry O. Or Stephanie Plum, Well, yeah, maybe Stephanie Plum.

I'd been blindsided with the most painful knowledge: the first man to ever say he loved me had never loved me at all. His passion had been artificial. His pursuit of me had been choreographed.

I'd only had time pass by in such a slip-sliding way when I'd been badly injured.

The point is, that doesn't make any difference." I looked Tamsin straight in the eyes. "No matter how much sympathy I have for you, it won't heal you faster or slower. You're not a victim of cosmic proportions. There are millions of us. That doesn't make your personal struggle less. That just increases your knowledge of pain in this world.

the pain in my middle was the unmistakable pain of rejection. I knew the feeling so well, it was like a second skin. I sure hated to crawl back inside it.

I know that pain is the one nobility / upon which Hell itself cannot encroach

I don't come from Lake Wobegon, and that world is not mine. It's not that funny to me. It's funny to other people, and I'm not judging it, but the world that I come from is not considered funny by other people as well. There's so much pain in it.

People talk about fantastic memories of childhood, but I remember children being cruel to me and wanting to come out of childhood as soon as possible because I knew adults were generally more contained in their cruelty.

The memory is like a cat scratching my heart.

Grief is like mending a knee. You can mend the knee and make it function, but the knee never actually heals.

The manager is always on at us about mental strength anyway. He just comes in and stresses how important it is to be strong mentally, to succeed you've got to go through pain both mentally and physically.

People that go through what I went through and people going through divorce, it's really a difficulty process; it's heartbreaking and it hurts really bad. It can really mess with your head.

I was a mess my freshman year of college. I still had so much pain in my heart.

Obviously you don't want to mess with an Achilles. That is for sure.

I don't deal with heartbreaks well; I become a complete mess.