Quotes About Pain

His heart ached in such a familiar way, and the very familiarity of it pained him.

Don't tease me. Everything wounds me now except perfect kindness.

She was not just a wild creature, she was a wounded creature.

How easily one is hurt. Or is it only I who am so stupidly vulnerable.

All chances of happiness are gone from me. Just being with myself is hell all the time anyway.

To say we were 'in love', that vague weakened phrase, cannot express it. We loved each other, we lived in each other, through each other, by each other. We were each other. Why was it such pure unadulterated pain?

I just want to serve and help people and be good to everybody, only it always goes wrong somehow—I think about suicide all the time, every bloody day I want to die and stop this torture, but I go crawling on . . . I'm so Christ-awful bloody lonely I could scream with it for hours on end.

I must admit that I am in a state of utter wretchedness and have been for a long time. I didn't know that such extreme unhappiness could continue for so long.

The world is perhaps ultimately to be defined as a place of suffering. Man is a suffering animal, subject to ceaseless anxiety and pain and fear.

How hardening to the heart it must be to do this thing: to change an innocent soaring being into a bundle of struggling rags and pain.

You see, I'm not mad, I suffer from depression. It's not like ordinary misery. It's like dying of boredom. It's black .

He suffers terribly all the time. He lives in fire.

You can't imagine what it's like when every moment you're conscious you're in the most frightful pain.

I shook myself out of these dreams. There were places where my thoughts must not go; and as I then reflected how few places were left where they could now go without incurring pain or guilt I decided that I needed some more whisky.

Perhaps in the end the suffering is all, it's all contained in the suffering. The final atoms of it all are simply pain.

Please excuse this outpouring which perhaps makes no sense but is the utter darkness of my spirit pouring from me like black blood.

I feel I'm living on pain, riding on it, like a sea.

Ludens experienced, as an extra pain, an intimation of the happiness he might have felt in such a place.

And all the time my very soul would travel with her, invisible and crying soundlessly with pain. I had acquired a dimension of suffering which would poison and devour my whole being, as far as I could see, forever.

You don't know what it's like to be me, you don't know what it's like to be all tattered and destroyed inside.

Sometimes I think he will become quite desperate — with the pain of simply being himself — he might do anything.

You are sad. I am always sad.

And now in her deep heart an even sharper pain was stirring, a pain which would stay with her always.

but it was love in an inferno: that terrible relentless withholding of forgiveness.