Quotes About Pain

Those who worry about the treatment of animals are often accused of sentimentality or of putting the plight of beasts before the immense problems of humanity. But it is quite rare to find a humanitarian who is indifferent to animals and surprisingly common to find that those who belittle animal rights are the same ones who find the pain of humans easy to bear.

You are suffering like Christ on the cross. So Jesus must be kissing you." Unconscious of the account to which this irony might be charged, she then told of the sufferer's reply: "Then please tell him to stop kissing me.

It's probably a merciful thing that pain is impossible to describe from memory.

When love goes bad nothing goes worse.

It's probably a merciful thing that pain is impossible to describe from memory.

The pain of hunger beneath everything. At the end of all love-making, the dreamless sleep after the orgasm, which is like death.

Despair is something horribly simple.

It is well known that great art, great music and great literature can emerge out of great pain. This does not lessen the reality of the suffering of the artist, composer or writer, but it points to something creative and redemptive in the human person, made in the image of God, which can bring forth a thing of beauty in the midst of surrounding ugliness, brutality and evil. Nowhere is this more true than in the book of Lamentations.

That is the past. It has already occurred. Its only existence now is as a source of wisdom and motivation. Learn from your pain, your guilt toward your past actions. Let it guide your choices in the future.

The past anchors us, cousin. It gives us a place to stand. You can't hide from it because it hurts. That pain tells you who you are. It demands recognition.

And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.

We know there's going to be nothing but pain, but we go back again and again.

You're going to break my heart, aren't you?

I tried cutting myself to express my heartbreak over Tommy (Lord Flood) rejecting me, but OMFG it hurts like flaming fuck.

There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality—there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin.

turning your ankle hurts like hell, even if you're a superhero.

Does a broken heart know from a different location?

And there you are, sobbing like you've been dirked in the dick by grief's dark dagger. Ergo. Ursa. Arborem

You do what you think you need to, but pain travels pretty well.

Il mattino dopo, il primo pensiero di Tuck fu: Ho un aereo da prendere. Il secondo: ho il cazzo rotto. Succede. Hai un'irritazione intima - emorroidi, crampi mestruali, malattie veneree, la vescica infiammata - e per quanto provi a sfuggirne l'attrazione gravitazionale, la mente si ritrova imprigionata nell'orbita del pensiero circolare. Se qualcosa riesce a distrarti dall'irritazione, è un'altra irritazione. La vita è un'irritazione.

You know why those guys with the bagpipes have daggers on their belts, right? So they can stab themselves in the fucking legs to take their minds off the music.

There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality—there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin. So

In that second I felt as if a frozen dagger had been dragged over my spine.

I have a new name for pain. What's that? The Obliterator. Because when you're in pain, nothing else can exist. Not thought. Not emotion. Only the drive to escape the pain. When it's strong enough, the Obliterator strips us of everything that makes us who we are, until we're reduced to creatures less than animals, creatures with a single desire and goal: escape. A good name, then.