Quotes About Pain

They say time heals. No, it just wears away pain. It grinds everything to dust.

Each day I lacerated myself thinking on her, but I didn't go back.

She plays music to heal herself, but nothing can heal her brokenness.

But now we've finally taken full possession of what is rightfully ours, because everyone must feel their own pain--and as awful as that is, it's also wonderful.

The thing was, if I had found a way to escape- even for just a little while- I knew the pain would be there waiting for me when I got back.

For standing between Cody and his pain is my obligation, and standing between my uncle and his pain is my rent, but the pain I coax from Bronte is my joy

The pain of knowing is killing me more than killing me would kill me, so I jump just to end it.

Please give me a single reason why I shouldn't hurl myself beneath the wheels of that bus.

Happiness is a vector. It can only be defined by the speed at which you're moving away from pain.

I wish you could have felt that slap I wish you could feel the pain.

He does not see . . . because his eyes are shut too tightly to know anything beyond his own anguish.

My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or comfort or joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human.

Being made to suffer pain frees us to feel the joy of being human.

In the end, blame didn't shine on an individual. It was a floodlight cast on all of us. And all because we longed for healing and happiness- as if happiness is a state of being. But it's not. Happiness is a vector. It's movement. Like my own momentum across the pool, joy can only be defined by the speed at which you're moving away from pain.

And why? Because of words? Words don't hurt you. Which is one of the hugest criminal lies perpetrated by adults against children in this world. Because words hurt more than any physical pain.

Ból to znak, ?e sÅ'abo?? opuszcza ciaÅ'o.

You know that feeling you get when your leg falls asleep? Well, I suddenly had that feeling in my spine. Like termites were chewing through the marrow in my backbone.

His broken body wanted to hurt, but it was forbidden to. He remembered thinking, in his opiate-induced delirium, how sad it must be for a body to want something so badly and to be completely denied.

Still, if you've got to bring yourself within inches of your life just to cry for help, something's wrong somewhere. Either you weren't yelling loud enough to begin with, or the people around you are deaf, dumb, and blind. Which makes me think it isn't just a cry for help - it's more a cry to be taken seriously. A cry that says I'm hurting so badly, the world must, for once, come to a grinding halt for me. The question is, what do you do next?

When the truth hurts, we always hate the messenger

There's a very old expression, Scythe Goddard told him. 'To be painless is to be gainless.

My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or comfort or joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There's no version of God that can keep us if we ever lose that.

For only the pain of empathy will keep us human.

Hope is a terrible thing to lose. Sometimes that wounded space gets filled with scar tissue, bitter, ugly, and angry.