Quotes About Pain

Yeah. Rough game, though. You get banged up?

I can't breathe.

You will love again, people say. Give it time. Me with time running out. Day after day of the everyday. What they call real life, made of eighth-inch gauge. Newness strutting around as if it were significant. Irony, neatness and rhyme pretending to be poetry. I want to go back to that time after Michiko's death when I cried every day among the trees. To the real. To the magnitude of pain, of being that much alive.

the cessation of your pain and sorrow will depend on how well you overcome your ignorance of your True Self that lives within you.

Down in Denver, all I did was die.

Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already.

this girl I was SEEKING to get involved with as if not enough trouble already or other old romances hadn't taught me that message of pain, keep asking for it, for life

But anybody who's never had delirium tremens even in their early stages may not understand that it's not so much a physical pain but a mental anguish indescribable to those ignorant people who dont drink and accuse drinkers of irresponsibility.

It starts raining harder, I've got a long way to go walking and pushing that sore leg right along in the gathering rain, no chance no intention whatever of hailing a cab, the whiskey and the Morphine have made me unruffled by the sickness of the poison in my heart.

They'll eat your heart alive Every time.

Pain or love or danger makes you real again, ain't that right

What did I care about all the irking hurts and tedious wronks of the world, the human bones are but vain lines dawdling

0 the pain of telling these secrets which are so necessary to tell, or why write or live

Izdržite sa mnom ovaj teret, svi ljubavnici ?itatelji koji ste otrpjeli muke, izdržite sa mnom, svi muškarci koji znate da je to more crnila u o?ima tamnooke žene usamljeno more i biste li pitali more da samo sebe objasni, ili ženu zašto je prekri?ila ruke preko ruže na svom krilu? ne-

I was going to rise, do some typing and coffee drinking in the kitchen all day since at that time work, work was my dominant thought, not love- not the pain which impels me to write this even while I don't want to, the pain which won't be eased by writing of this but heightened, but which will be redeemed, and if only it were a dignified pain and could be placed somewhere other than this black gutter of shame and loss and noisemaking folly in the night... /The Subterraneans

I lay in bed and thought about how easy it was to hurt a person. It didn't have to be physical. All you had to do was take a good hard kick at something they cared about.

pain can work form the outside in.

I lay in bed and thought how easy it was to hurt a person. It didn't have to be physical. All you had to do was take a good hard kick at something they cared about.

He felt strangely numb. As though from a great distance, he was aware that he was being beaten. The last sensations of pain left him. He no longer felt anything, though very faintly he could hear the impact of the club upon his body. But it was no longer his body, it seemed so far away.

No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the gnawing of a desire for vengeance on him that was a pain in itself and that exceeded all the bounds of language.

It was the worst hurt he had ever known.

There is such a thing as anesthesia of pain, engendered by pain too exquisite to be borne.

hurts you.  It is an everlasting pain in you, a wound that does not heal, a knife of flame. 

I had lone, schooled myself to be oblivious to pain. I had neither doubts nor fears. All the content of my mind seemed to be an absolute faith in the overlordship of the mind. This passivity was almost dream-like, and yet, in its way, it was positive almost to a pitch of exaltation.