Quotes About Pain

Did you really want to die? No one commits suicide because they want to die. Then why do they do it? Because they want to stop the pain.

Break my heart? Is that what you just said? I have news for you; you didn't break my heart. My heart's fine. My heart's in the best shape of its life. You know what you did to me? You took an AK-47 and blew my soul open.

It is a long Baptism into the seas of humankind, my daughter. Better immersion and in pain than to live untouched. Yet how will you sustain?

If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain If you cut me with a knife It's still the same And I know her heart is beating And I know that I am dead Yet the pain here that I feel Try and tell me it's not real And it seems I still have a tear to shed

There didn't seem to be that much to say. If you loved Phoebe now, it was going to hurt you to see her. Like facing cold water, you just jumped in and swam anyway.

Pain is inevitable, but misery is optional.

Pain was a difficult concept to conjure in memory, Hoop had said. Like tasting the best cake ever. Such thoughts only really meant anything when the tasting-or the pain- was happening.

On the way there hoop had talked to him about pain, telling him that it was a fleeting thing, a physical reaction to damage that he knew would do him no harm, and that afterward he wouldn't actually be able to remember what the pain. Had felt like.

He enjoyed not being dead. Lying there, Kiowa admired Lieutenant Jimmy Cross's capacity for grief. He wanted to share the man's pain, he wanted to care as Jimmy Cross cared. And yet when he closed his eyes, all he could think was Boom-down, and all he could feel was the pleasure of having his boots off and the fog curling in around him and the damp soil and the Bible smells and the plush comfort of night.

War is brutal. Civilians just suffer through it

They beat hell out of you for any reason or no reason. It's the greatest pleasure of their lives.

Seulement, en supprimant l'assassin de son fils, on ne supprimait pas le meurtre. On le prolongeait.

There we go again, old men and their stupid arguments. What a pain. ~Toshiro Hitsugaya

I hate loneliness, but it loves me.

No world exists without sacrifice. Do we not realize that we call this hell where ash floats upon a sea of blood, the world

Quit worrying! Final exams don't hold a lot of meaning in one's life. Well said! That's our Ichigo! Let's share the pain of being morons!!!

The wound lies deep, like the ocean floor. The sin is red, growing paler in death.

Do you know why Hollows have holes in their chests?" "What're you talking about?" "They lose their center, their heart, from the pain of not being saved by a soul reaper, and a hole appears. That is certainly true. But where does that heart go? Their lost heart…becomes a mask. Not just the mask. A Hollow's unique appearance…their unique individual abilities…are all made from the heart ripped away from them.

I'm not…dead yet. Breathing is so agonizing. To have to endure such agony just to live…living is so cumbersome. I was taught that you either go to heaven or hell when you die. I wonder if it's easy to breathe in heaven. A place where my body or my head won't hurt. I hope it is. Is hell an even more agonizing place than this? If it is, I'm scared. I don't want to go. I don't. I'm scared. I'm scared of going to hell.

Happiness is endless hapiness, innocent of its own sure passing. Pain is endless pain.

I had never seen such sorrow; it appalled me. And I was even more appalled by her attempts to overcome it, because they so plainly, pathetically failed and in failing opened up a view of the world I had only begun to suspect, where wounds did not heal, and things did not work out for the best

Gaisma ir p?r?k s?p?ga t?dam, kas v?las palikt tums?.

Spirits forget how painful it is for those on the physical plane to leave and the physical forget what it means to be united with spirit.

As the great German playwright Bertolt Brecht (1898–1956) put it, kisses leave no traces but wounds leave scars.