Quotes About Pain

The man with a toothache thinks everyone happy whose teeth are sound.

Of griefes (like Greeks on Ilion). Alas, what one survives To be my refuge?

The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill.

I've been left for someone...all those things...It was sometimes a surprise, and sometimes you saw t coming. The most painful was when I kept trying to get someone back. But we all make dumb mistakes.

Hemorrhoids. Cockroaches. Anal warts. Lonely nights. Smoking's ravages. AIDS. All the ads promised relief from these things, but where was the relief from these ads?

Deep, unspeakable suffering may well be called a baptism, a regeneration, the initiation into a new state.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

What we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

Roses got thorns. And words do lie. I've seen love die.

Her life was broken like a mirror and the shards kept cutting her fingers.

There are many different kinds of evil. Some people are evil because they like to cause pain. Some people are evil because they are selfish and care only about themselves. He is the worst kind of evil. He believes he knows how to bring about a better future, and, if he has to, he will pave the road to it with corpses of innocent people. He has no boundaries. There is nothing he won't do to get his way." "What

How did it feel, Herald?" The memory of power ripping from her in a torrent surfaced in her mind, followed by a spike of pain as she said the power word after her incantation had paved the way. She heard the sound of Adams' bones breaking and patted Peanut's nose. "How did it feel?" The Herald of Atlanta smiled. "It felt good.

They say the dead have no memories and know no pain." George's voice was barely above a whisper, but somehow it was louder than the pleas of the corpses. "It's not that way for me.

Are you okay?" "I'm tired. My knee is hurting again and I'm trying to teleport myself upstairs." "Um, Kate, you can't do that." "I know. But I'm trying very hard. Let me know if I start fading?

For a time you can be alone and doing fine and never give a thought to living any other way and then you meet someone and suddenly you become lonely. It stabs at you, almost like a physical pain, and you feel both deprived and angry, deprived because you wish to be with that person, and angry because their absence brings you misery. It's a strange feeling, akin to desperation, a feeling that makes you wait by the phone even though you know that the call is an hour away.

It didn't matter how powerful you were. Life always found ways to stab you and twist the knife in the wound. Nobody was immune.

Are you playing a tiny violin?" he asked. "Yep. The name of the song is 'My Heart Bleeds for You.'" He grimaced. "You're an annoying little fly, aren't you?

I'd believed him. He was supposed to be different, to be more. He'd made me hope for things I didn't think I'd ever get. When hope broke, it hurt. Mine was a very big, very desperate hope, and it hurt like a sonovabitch.

Every cell in her ached, as if her whole body had been through such a long and grueling punishment that it simply gave up and now wallowed in self-pity and pain.

I broke my own heart, Leon. He was just the hammer I hit it with.

The pain gets better with time," I told her. "It always hurts, but it gets better.

My wrists and ankles were bleeding. My knees too—I must've scraped myself trying to draw the circle. So far today I'd seen a woman almost die, I'd shot a person, I'd killed another person with my shockers, I'd been strung up on wires and almost crushed by a car, and now I was bleeding all over the place. If I could, I would punch today right in the face.

Love and hate are both means of emotional control to which we subject ourselves. Once you were done with me, you'd want to be free of the pain of betrayal. Absolutely free.