Quotes About Pain

A painful observation is almost always a truthful one. You are having growing pains, My son. It's all right.

I feel dead, wasted, awful, broken and useless. It's not the kind of feeling you forget.

its hard to talk when you want to kill yourself

That's worst than gonerreha, man!

It's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. ... you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet.

And what is that nightmare, Craig? Life Life is a nightmare Yes

It's so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself.

And she bangs her knee against my thigh. Awesome. A girl hasn't done that to me since like fourth grade.

Life is a nightmare

And what is that nightmare, Craig? Life. Life is a nightmare. Yes.

Keine Kompromisse. Keine Zeitverschwendung. Manchmal musst du in deinem Leben den klaren Entschluss treffen, dich voll als Mensch verwirklichen zu wollen, egal was es kostet. Normalerweise bringt uns eine größere Krise an diesen Punkt. Schmerz ist oft das, was uns wirklich motiviert, eine Vision für ein vollkommen neues Leben ins Auge zu fassen. Langeweile und die Gewohnheit, "auf Nummer sicher zu gehen", halten diese visionäre Kraft in uns unter Verschluss.

your soul is stained with the blood of the innocent, feel their pain

If you can go through life without experiencing pain you probably haven't been born yet.

How will I know the difference?" "Wounds bring drama and trauma. They don't bring comfort.

For most men, what's tougher than breaking up is the moment when their ex finally falls out of love with them and lets go, perhaps because it triggers a childhood fear—a psychological terror—of losing the first woman whose love they needed: their mother. And so, as Sheila would recommend, I let myself feel the pain, the loneliness, and the fear, using all my strength as the days pass to keep from giving in and reaching out to Ingrid.

Some people say that time cures all wounds, but I think that time is the wound.

And hardly had she left her bed and become able to walk again without pain, hardly had the children returned from the houses of the neighbors, when she began to have her fifth child.

Our bodies continue to lament With their mutilated music.

We are so stricken We are so stricken that we think we're dying when the street casts an evil word at us. The street does not know it, but it cannot stand such a weight; it is not used to seeing a Vesuvius of pain break out. Its memories of primeval times are obliterated, since the light became artificial and angels only play with birds and flowers or smile in a child's dream

They should have a slot game called Sucker. You get a row of five suckers and the machine kicks you in the nuts and swallows all the coins in your tray.

For all the suffering that you've put me through I'd suffer more if I resented you—

Life, struggle, even amidst pain and blood and poverty, seemed beautiful.

Without suffering, there'd be no compassion.

The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it...