Quotes About Pain

I don't give a damn What anybody says- If you try To bend your mind that far, It disturbs your guts Which lie right next To where the soul is housed In any human body that's been Screwed by it's mother. And then all night long There are screams in the dark Saying Mama, don't.

Tell me where it hurts

He tried to take the

Don't worry about hurting me, if that's what you're afraid of. I want to get hurt. At least I´ll feel something for a change.

Sit down before you hurt your owies." "I am a Dark One!" he said, managing to stand upright at last, ignoring the pain and tearing feeling on his left side. "We do not have owies! We have grievous, nearly fatal injuries!" "Pia," Cora said(...). "Would you please get Alec a chair before he does more damage to, or topples over from, his grievous, nearly fatal injuries?

It hurts me, but I'll live. I just want you to know that, despite the pain I feel because I know I'm not as important to you as you are to me, I will still be here for you. I love you, and that means I'm stuck with you no matter how badly you treat me.

my soul bleeding tears of anguish

My heart sobbed a lament that was hard to ignore.

The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.

Even while you are in doubt, there will be an answer you will arrive to. Even while you are in pain, your happiness will be waiting.

Even while you're in pain, your happiness will be waiting

The world as he sees it is Hell.

Our injuries will heal as long as we're alive. But the scars will remain..." - Allen Walker

Even though the wounds will heal the scars will remain." Allen Walker

No amount of love can cure madness or unblacken one's dark moods. Love can help, it can make the pain more tolerable, but, always, one is beholden to medication that may or may not always work and may or may not be bearable

The worst feeling is saying you're ok, holding back the tears; pretending to be a happy person; while dying on the inside."

And so I had only writing to comfort but it never soothed, it only marked the wound — Kazim Ali, from "Mountain Time," The American Poetry Review (vol. 50, no. 1, January/February 2021)

Though tears can be hidden, all hearts break.

I may have lost my mind for a time, but grief makes everyone crazy. Losing someone makes you lose yourself, makes you yearn for the impossible: one more day with the lost, an end to the pain, a cure for the spiritual malaise that eats you alive every morning you wake up alone. It makes you believe in wishes and other places.

Because despite the torture he'd been put through, the pain and loss he did not believe he had done anything to deserve, he had tried to be a decent person, tried to stay within the confines of morality. And all it had gotten him was more suffering.

You say you can't imagine what it must be like to lose a child. Let me make it easy for you. It's the beginning of the end of your world.

I may have lost my mind for a time, but grief makes everyone crazy.

I am twelve, John is nine, and we have not yet learned of death. Pain and horror, however, are kindred. They visit us nightly, and take away little pieces of our soul. We live in nightmare and escape during daylight.

Pain is a poison; pleasure an intoxicant.