Quotes About Pain

The greater the pain associated with love, the more likely a person is to be attracted to others who will inflict this pain…for isn't this what love is? Hurt people tend to hurt other people.

If you are looking for love under rocks or bringing home water moccasins, you might be confusing love and pain.

Change is hard, difficult, painful, and often messy

Those who choose differently must suffer the consequences. They must take the pain their decisions bring.

You were a pain, then. You still are. You're just a different kind of pain to me.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words will always kill me.

I bruise easily and sometimes I can't stop bleeding.

She just keeps kissing my scars. Every scar. She knows about them all. She watched them all appear and heal. Sophie's lips against me make every punch, every kick, every wound, every scar worth it.

My dad had a lot of bad luck. You could see his suffering, his terrible suffering, living a life that was disappointing and looking for another one.

Know, then, that when the dark night of sorrow, pain, or misfortune settles down upon your soul, and you stumble along with weary and uncertain steps, that you are merely intercepting your own personal desires between yourself and the boundless light of joy and bliss, and the dark shadow that covers you is cast by none and nothing but yourself.

My idea of the modern Stoic sage is someone who transforms fear into prudence, pain into information, mistakes into initiation, and desire into undertaking.

which a loss is more painful than a gain is pleasant):

It is better to lump all your pain into a brief period rather than have it spread

the worst pain inflicted on you will come from someone who at some point in your life cared about you.

Yet she never had the heart to reread the painful ending.

not matching the idea of success others expect from you is only painful if that's what you are seeking.

Men feel the good less intensely than the bad

Pavese casi nunca hablaba de Leone. No le gustaba hablar de los ausentes ni de los muertos. Lo decía. Decía: «Cuando alguien se marcha o se muere trato de no pensar en él, porque no me gusta sufrir»

A mí siempre me duele la cabeza. ¡Me siento cansada!». Y entonces él decía: «No estás enferma. Lo único que te pasa es que estás hecha de un material de mala calidad».

You cry in your room. I cry in my room. Mom cries in Mom's room. And in the morning everyone pretends like they never cried once in their life.

Of course, we're made up of what we've forgotten too, what we've tried to bury or suppress. Some forgetting is necessary and the mind works to shield us from things that are too painful; even so, some aspect of trauma lives on in the body, from which it can reemerge unexpectedly

what knowledge haunts each body, what history, what phantom ache?

Do you know what it means to have a wound that never heals?

Mommy, you say quietly, so as not to be overheard. Do you know how, when you love someone and you know they are hurting, it hurts you, too?