Quotes About Pain

They deliver right away and with no pain. Just like horses. The young ones smiled a little.

Who say they don't have no pain? Just 'cause she don't cry? 'Cause she can't say it, they think it ain't there? If they looks in her eyes and see them eyeballs lolling back, see the sorrowful look, they'd know.

We were so beautiful when we stood astride her ugliness. Her simplicity decorated us, her guilt sanctified us, her pain made us glow with health, her awkwardness made us think we had a sense of humor. Her inarticulateness made us believe we were eloquent. Her poverty kept us generous.

When I got outside, I felt pains in my crotch, I had held my legs together so tight trying to make that woman understand. But I reckon now she couldn't understand. She married a man with a slash in his face instead of a mouth. So how could she understand?

Like a sore tooth that is not content to throb in isolation, but must diffuse its own pain to other parts of the body—making breathing difficult, vision limited, nerves unsettled, so a hated piece of furniture produces a fretful malaise that asserts itself throughout the house and limits the delight of things not related to it.

Once they knew she had been working for a doctor, the eye rolling and tooth sucking was enough to make clear their scorn. And nothing Cee remembered—how pleasant she felt upon awakening after Dr. Beau had stuck her with a needle to put her to sleep; how passionate he was about the value of the examinations; how she believed the blood and pain that followed was a menstrual problem—nothing made them change their minds about the medical industry.

and feel the oldest and most devastating pain there is: not the pain of childhood, but the remembrance of it.

Maybe all he was really saying was: I am not responsible for your pain; share your happiness with me but not your unhappiness.

They say women are blessed with the ability to forget the pain of childbirth so they will be able to have more children later. I often wonder whether the same principle applies to the challenges of writing a book of this magnitude. Had another author warned me about what a monumental task it would be, I'm not sure I would have been so insane as to pursue the dream.

Now when his child falls and scrapes her knee, a loving father is certainly going to scoop her up in his arms, carry her into the house to treat the wound, and hold her close while she cries. That's what God does for us in our pain. But a wise father will also encourage his child to go back out and try it again, because that's the only way to learn to ride a bike.

But if you will keep your eyes focused on God's purpose for you, not your pain, God will use your trials for your good and His glory. He works all things together for good when you love Him and live according to your calling. No pain or experience is wasted when you are a child of the King.

They say, "Listen to your body," but I have found that pain doesn't speak in complete sentences; its grasp of grammar is weak. Its pronunciation is unclear.

These days, we take pride in being tough enough to inflict pain on others.

If only they were in a different time, a different place. Far away from war, from hate. She would not be in torment, and he would not be a bystander to her pain.

Colpo ch'ad un sol noccia unqua non scende, Ma indiviso è il dolor d'ogni ferita. E spesso è l'un ferito, e l'altro langue: E versa l'alma quel, se questa il sangue.

Margaret grasped on to the magic of novels because they held out hope that Mary—and she herself—might yet have a chance at marriage. While my own experience of life was limited, I knew such a thing would not happen. It hurt, but the truth often does.

Era un pensiero doloroso ma la verità lo è sovente.

It is not easy to let someone go, even when they have said unforgivable things to you.

I feel like a bird who has been wounded with an arrow and now cannot fly.

Hate is a place where a man, who can't stand sadness, goes.

Sadness is a dagger that's been sharpened to strike at your heart. As days pass, it only gets sharper and sharper.

The thing about hatred… It's the place where people who can't look sorrow in the eye without waverin' run.

Humans desired reasons; reasons for pain, reasons for sadness, reasons for life, reasons for death. Why were their lives filled with suffering? Why were their deaths absurd? They wanted reasons for the destiny that kept transcending their knowledge and that was GOD.

Sven!! Having you near her is natural to Eve... Hell, it's essential! When someone so important just disappears... you don't just feel hurt... you feel like dying.