Quotes About Pain

I'd been too afraid my tears would christen it with my sorrows. I wanted nothing about the fire to exist in my

Fear is worse than pain, I think. Pain is centralized, identifiable, and wanes as you wait. Fear is a heaviness you can't wriggle out from under.

Maybe this is what losing a child does to you. It peels off the top layer of who you are, like a snake shedding its skin, and underneath is new skin, and because it's new, it's not the same.

Did people ever stop changing? They surprised you with fresh pain. Sometimes they surprised you with happiness, but the pain was the sharper surprise. There was no way to protect yourself from it. People could always change and always hurt you. Of course it went in the other direction too, you could hurt them when you didn't intend it and that too was out of your control.

He had made his decision. Later in life Ann would learn that when certain men made decisions no matter how much it might torture them afterwards they would stick with their decision. Men, she learned, would rather suffer than change their minds or their habits. They could develop elaborate systems for containing pain, sometimes so successful they would remain completely unaware of the vastness of the pain they possessed.

I have learned some things about pain through my sitting practice. If I move to adjust my posture prematurely, the pain will chase me wherever I go, but if I just sit still when the pain starts, it often goes away, or recedes into the background.

The mournfulness felt like a hand pressing on my chest.

When people are suffering, they're not open to hearing horror stories about others with similar maladies. There is less capacity for compassion at such moments.

When you are sad, your heart pumps the tragedy all through your body and fills your mind with the story of your suffering, and you tell that story to yourself over and over.

The pain of depression and despair can build enough heat to melt the lead walls surrounding you. The darkness of charcoal, under pressure, can turn into a diamond. We need to realize blessings come in strange shapes and sizes, and if we are willing to learn from our pain, then suicide is not on the list of options.

I follow the trail of tears that seems to lead to the heart's truth.

I sobbed for the girl, me, the other girl, the other me, and how he was hurting her - me..."the other girl," I said to her. "It's the other girl, Caroline. Don't let her be alone." (154)

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

There is something about losing your mother that is permanent and inexpressable - a wound that will never quite heal.

There's a kind of love that has the power to save you, to get you through life. It's like breathing. You have to do it or you'll die. And when it's over, your soul starts to bleed, Livvy. There's no pain in the world like it, I swear. If you were feeling that now, you wouldn't be able to sit up straight or have a coherent conversation.

As lágrimas que não saem depositam-se no coração, com o passar do tempo vão formando uma crosta e paralizam-no, como o calcário se encrosta e paraliza as engrenagens da máquina de lavar.

To be more precise it was the color of heartache.

I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't.

I was trying to explain my situation to myself. My situation was that I was in pain and nobody knew it, even I had trouble knowing it. So I told myself, over and over, You are in pain. It was the only way I could get through to myself. I was demonstrating externally and irrefutably an inward condition.

I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.

Tell me that you don't take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.

I asked him not to hurt me. It seems to be what women say. And men. It did not stop him.

Hey, babe," I said. "Love hurts.

And I'd said, wouldn't it be easier if you just hit me once in the face, and got it over with?