Quotes About Pain

Love is a heartless bastard

I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I've fallen for her. And I've fallen. So hard. I've hit the ground.

The pain associated with the fear of failure is often stronger than the pain of the failure itself

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

A Stoic is someone who transforms fear into prudence, pain into transformation, mistakes into initiation, and desire into undertaking.

Codeine . . . bourbon.

Almighty, I am tired," she rasped. "Tired of broken and stolen lives. Tired of questions I cannot answer. Tired of being what I am not and never wished to be. Tired of tidings that deliver much pain and little relief.

Så deilig å se henne oppildnet igjen, tenkte Diane. Herlig å få henne tilbake fra de grufulle smertene som nesten ødela henne.

A thorn can only be removed with another thorn

The wounds of fire would have gone with the time but not the wounds caused by words

I wake up every morning and I wish I were dead, and so does Jim.

Old pain is an anchor.

If she had hurt me, I could have forgiven her without even having to think about it; but I couldn't forgive her for being hurt.

Interesting fact from the front lines: raw grief smells like ripped leaves and splintered branches, a jagged green shriek.

I looked at the back of Jessica's silky bent head and thought of those old stories where one twin is hurt and the other, miles away, feels the pain. I wondered if there had been a moment, during that giggly girls' night at Auntie Vera's, when she had made some small, unnoticed sound; if all the answers we wanted were locked away behind the strange dark gateways of her mind.

It was a constant agony, consuming and debilitating as a toothache.

my head hurt in a petty nagging way that wasn't quite worth a painkiller.

Her mother used to say that hope was nothing but a heartache that hadn't happened yet. But Angela was still addicted to it. She had never learned how to give it up.

Religion was a crutch, a way people rationalized away their pain in life, like the slaves yearning for a better existence. A denial. When there is no fear of death, David had told her once, there is no need for religion.

Essentially, blood left the body in a number of ways. It

Pain is not wrong. Reacting to pain as wrong initiates the trance of unworthiness. The moment we believe something is wrong, our world shrinks and we lose ourselves in the effort to combat the pain.

Staying occupied is a socially sanctioned way of remaining distant from our pain.

Perfection is not a prerequisite for anything but pain.

Overcome any bitterness that may have come because you were not up to the magnitude of the pain that was entrusted to you. Like the mother of the world who carries the pain of the world in her heart, each of us is part of her heart and is, therefore, endowed with a certain measure of cosmic pain. You are sharing in the totality of that pain. You are called upon to meet it in joy instead of self-pity. -Sufi poetry