Quotes About Pain

I felt like I'd been emptied out from the inside, I was a bloody cavity, I couldn't breathe, my bones were made of wax, my soul had taken flight. And the world still turned as if nothing had happened: I stand up, take one step then another, find my voice and respond, I haven't lost my mind, I drink water, my mouth full of sand, my eyes burning, and my little girl stiff, frozen, sculpted in alabaster

el extraño poder curativo de las palabras, de compartir el dolor y comprobar que otros también tienen su cuota; las vidas se parecen y los sentimientos son idénticos.

Mi vida está hecha de contrastes, he aprendido a ver los dos lados de la moneda. En los momentos de más éxito no pierdo de vista que otros de gran dolor me aguardan en el camino, y cuando estoy sumida en la desgracia espero el sol que saldrá más adelante.

Tal vez estamos en el mundo para buscar el amor, encontrarlo y perderlo, una y otra vez. Con cada amor volvemos a nacer y con cada amor que termina se nos abre una herida. Estoy llena de orgullosas cicatrices.

Al verla en esa cama de hierro, con los ojos cerrados, los párpados transparentes, cada instante más pálida, respirando con dificultad y conectada a sondas y cables, me volvieron los recuerdos más crueles de tu enfermedad en Madrid.

porque aprendí que uno es responsable de su dolor. —Eso no siempre es verdad.

the thirty-some years since then, his mind had eliminated that experience from his memory. He remembered it as if he'd read it in a book, not as something personal, although he has scars and burn marks on his body and can't lift his arms above shoulder height, because

Tenía un alma atormentada. Sentía gusto en la humillación y en las labores abyectas, creía que iba a obtener el cielo por el medio terrible de sufrir iniquidades, por eso se complacía limpiando las pústulas de las piernas enfermas de su madre, lavándola, hundiéndose en sus olores y en sus miserias, escrutando su orinal.

Por qué me rechazaste, Indi? Me has hecho sufrir, me humillaste. Yo quería ser el hombre de tu vida; en cambio he tenido que resignarme a ser el hombre de tu muerte.

She was aware that she had avoided the abortion more from fear of the pain and of dying from a hemorrhage or infection than out of respect for the being that was growing inside her.

She was the only one in the family who did not lose her serenity, thanks to her training in surmounting pain and the fact that her grandmother had often explained to her the circumstances and rituals of death.

la muerte de un hijo quiebra a la pareja, pocas sobreviven a esa prueba

Me duele como a ti, pero tengo menos miedo de la muerte y más esperanza en la vida.

This is a road I must travel bleeding.

el extraño poder curativo de las palabras, de compartir el dolor y comprobar que otros también tienen su

She knew the strange healing power words had from what she had written and discussed concerning her brother Enrique's fate—how important it was to share one's pain and discover that others too had their fair share of it, that lives are often alike and feelings similar.

We had not only lost our childhood in the war but our lives had been tainted by the same experiences that still caused us great pain and sadness.

When I was a child, my grandmother told me that the sky speaks to those who look and listen to it. She said, In the sky there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy, and confusion. That night I wanted the sky to talk to me.

I put my hands behind my head and lay on my back, trying to hold on to the memories of my family. Their faces seemed to be far off somewhere in my mind, and to get to them I had to bring up painful memories.

Sadly, if President Obama is willing to ignore the pain of race-based discrimination and injustice so as to make whites comfortable - and this, after he has already been elected and the campaign is long over - then the likelihood he will ever speak the truth about these matters, let alone address them, shrinks to nearly zero.

I had a disc giving me a lot of trouble, and I had four surgeries. Then I had a staph infection, so they had to open me up five times in four months... It was in the bottom of my back, the same incision. They should have put a zipper on it.

It's a war zone, my body, and one which has been through a great deal.

It sounds strange to say it, but you can be in a war zone and have a lot of fun. Even though war is essentially pain on all sides, human beings have the capacity to enjoy themselves. The soldiers are mostly young people, full of enthusiasm and energy, and that's an exciting thing for an old guy like me.

I had a very difficult father. I lived in a war zone. My parents were very unhappy, and I lived through my mother's pain. Throughout my childhood, I was constantly trying to protect her from my father.