Quotes About Pain

Our minds aren't made to hold on to the particulars of pain the way we do bliss. It's a gift God gives us, a sign of His care for us.

she knew in her heart that nature has a preference for a particular order: parents die, then children die. But it was a harsh design, offering little relief from pain, for being in accord with it means that the fortunate find themselves orphaned.

she claimed it's a sign of God's mercy that He won't let us remember the reddest details of pain. He knows the parts we can't bear and won't let our minds render them again. In time, from disuse, they pale away. At least such was her thinking. God lays the unbearable on you and then takes some back.

I wonder what people talk about who've destroyed their lives with addictions other than books and politics and money and war.

bit of pain, but the demon's arrogant words and threats stopped completely. Once the demon was thus bound, I began questioning Sue about her past. After a few minutes, she confessed that she was harboring deep anger toward her husband in response to his constant verbal abuse throughout their marriage. After again asking the Holy Spirit to guide us, I led Sue to picture herself in one of those abusive situations. I asked Sue to let herself feel again her hurt

is it not written, that those who make haste to be rich, pierce themselves through with many sorrows?

Ah, my brother, you cannot comprehend the pain of parting from her. No, I can't. I would die for the least hair of her royal head, God bless it! but I could live very well from now till Doomsday without ever setting eyes on the said head.

Once a heart breaks…it doesn't just grow back. It's not a lizard's tail. It's more like a huge stained glass that shattered into a million pieces, and it's not going back together. Least not the way it was. You can mush it all into one piece, but that doesn't make it a window. That makes it a pile of broken colored glass. Shattered hearts don't mend and they don't heal. They just don't work that way.

this…living with a broken heart is living half dead, and that doesn't mean you're half alive. It means you're half dead. And…that's no way to live.

Åži uneori rugat-am un vin de nobil soi O zi m?car s?-mi sting? durerilor noianul, Dar vinul face ochiul mai clar, mai fin timpanul; Am c?utat uitarea în dragoste apoi: Ea îns?-i pentru mine un pat de spini ÅŸi bârfe, În care-mi sorb paharul nes??ioase târfe!

Unfair suffering is never funny.

I hadn't realized that a break in a bone could be so exquisitely painful. I'd feel a greater tolerance for the the wounded after this.

He knew what loss was, how the mind refuses to believe, the way the body aches with a need that can't be satisfied, and the awful, endless desolation of the spirit.

Everything hurts. People are talking in the halls, but no one seems to be evacuating the building. This is the nature of New York City: alarms go off so often that no one wants to respond to them until things start burning down or blowing up in front of their eyes.

Parker Haas, crying Omaha, and his sleepless Rose.

consciousness is a terrible curse. I think. I feel. I suffer.

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.

Do you know what you did to me?' he asked bitterly. 'You bloody well emasculated me. I destroyed my manhood over you. I threw away my pride, my self-control. I despised myself, and I hated you for the way you made me feel...' -Ashley Dent

Death is agony. There is simply no other way to describe it. It is getting the wind knocked out of you over and over again, and just when you think you have enough strength to take a deep breath, it knocks you down again. There is no break from the pain. It is arduous, unyielding.

I don't know who thought up waxing, but it was clearly the same person who invented Vicodin.

We agreed on the basic Brazilian—right after I downed a Vicodin. I don't know who thought up waxing, but it was clearly the same person who invented Vicodin. Finally, the Tuesday of my

In death, the aftermath is worse tham=n the crash.

When person A loves person B, he began, person A gets upset at the thought of never seeing person B again. He meant me. He meant he loved me. But now I knew that love was a poisonous thing. It had turned me into a murderer. I would die with my secret before I would tell. It's better that way, I lied, because person B doesn't love person A back.

Real tragedy is never resolved. It goes on hopelessly forever.