Quotes About Pain

Her daddy drank all day and mommy did drugs, never wanted to play or give kisses and hugs. She'd watch the TV and sit there on the couch, while her mom fell asleep and her daddy went out.

Love conquers all things except poverty and toothache.

We find worth in jobs, money, & performance so we can hide how worthless we feel inside. Acknowledge the pain to be healed.

When we die, the money we can't keep, But we probably spend it all 'cause the pain ain't cheap...

We don't like trading agony for money

Nothing hurts worse than the loss of money.

Happiness does not await us all. One needn't be a prophet to say that there will be more grief and pain than serenity and money. That is why we must hang on to one another.

Boxing brought me money and fame, but it never brought me no happiness.

The pain of losing is diverting. So is the thrill of winning. Winning, however, is lonelier, as those you've won money from are not likely to commiserate with you. Winning takes getting used to.

The man with toothache thinks everyone happy whose teeth are sound.The poverty stricken man makes the same mistake about the rich man.

Where there is less pain, there is also less pay.

Ignorance is bliss, except when it hurts

When you get old, everything is hurting. When I get up in the morning, it sounds like I'm making popcorn.

(His) sadness grew; it became a rock inside him, pulling him down. He carried the sadness everywhere, morning, noon, and night. It hurt to breathe.

When you wake up in the morning and nothing hurts, you can be sure you're dead.

As we know, our own mother bore us only into pain and dying. But our true mother, Jesus, who is all love, bears us into joy and endless living. Blessed may he be.

We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you'll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves.

My mother tried to abort me herself with a coathanger, hence my wobbly eye.

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

Friends or foes, they are all instruments in Her hands to help us work out our own karma, through pleasure or pain. As such, 'Mother' bless all.

It's hard to sleep at night because I'm still wondering where my mother is.

I didn't grow up with my mother, and so losing her for real was like, some sort of latent childhood, some sort of unresolved issue. When she left for real, it was sort of like, I was done.

My dad used to flush my mother's head down the toilet. I was so screwed up.

I found a very diabolical way of making myself suffer - not in the same way [my mother ] was suffering but to prevent me from enjoying my own life.