Quotes About Pain

I had debilitating back pain. Three years later, I'm 40 pounds heavier and generating 20 or 25 miles an hour more ball speed.

At the end of a marathon, it's going to hurt whether you're speeding up or slowing down. You may as well push.

I never imagined what it would be like to spend a 12-hour day crying and covered in blood.

I was miserable the entire time I was Vanity. I spent so many days and so many nights crying, hating who I'd become.

If anybody says their facelift doesn't hurt, they're lying. It was like I'd spent the night with an axe murderer.

I have arthritis. The space around my spinal cord has become compressed.

With a spinal cord injury, which most people don't really know about... there are many, many complications that actually lead you through your life, and sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down.

I had four compression fractures in my spine. They were repaired, but it cost me two inches of height.

Four out of the five discs in my lumbar spine are ruptured, herniated fully. Think of a jelly doughnut being squashed, and it hits nerves, causing bilateral sciatica. And I have irreparable sacral damage. And I have peripheral neuropathy.

I broke five vertebrae, and they had to rod my spine because I broke my sternum, too.

I've got two discs at the bottom of the back that are quite badly damaged, that obviously happened over a period of time, and there's inflammation on one of the vertebrae as well, which has come from the angle of my pelvis and spine.

Blues means what milk does to a baby. Blues is what the spirit is to the minister. We sing the blues because our hearts have been hurt, our souls have been disturbed.

I discovered that joy is not the negation of pain, but rather acknowledging the presence of pain and feeling happiness in spite of it.

I cannot help it - in spite of myself, infinity torments me.

It's difficult talking about someone you love when you've split up with them, because it's painful to rake up all those old emotions again.

I just tend to do things to myself that I don't realize I'm doing. Sometimes I bite my lip so that it splits and hurts, and yet I can't stop. And sometimes I'd play shows on the last run, I'd scratch my neck while I was singing, and I'd horrified to see these red streaks of blood after.

The word of the oldest of the old of our peoples didn't stop. It spoke the truth, saying that our feet couldn't walk alone, that our history of pain and shame was repeated and multiplied in the flesh and blood of the brothers and sisters of other lands and skies.

Even though I was young, I could see the pain of the flesh and the worth of the pain.

Sadness and love and pain, they're easy to feel- but not luck.

All I know is it destroyed my family, it destroyed my marriage to Sylvester and I will never get over it.

Men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage - they've experienced pain and bought jewelry.

The end of a marriage has got to be one of the saddest events one can experience. I've heard that the pain [of divorce] is second only to an actual death in the family, and that sounds about right.

Part of the impetus for my writing is the pain I've seen my friends experience both in their marriage and in their dreams.

Impossible for anyone to conceive the torments of his nights in bed with his beloved one and estranged from her. That turning of backs, that cold space between their two unhappy bodies.