Quotes About Pain

She couldn't stand how dark and ugly her thoughts were, how bottomless her anger and grief.

There was a pain that came with constant disapproval; a sense of having lost something unnamed, unknown. Elsa had survived it by being quiet, by not demanding or seeking attention, by accepting that she was loved, but unliked. The hurt had become so commonplace, she rarely noticed it.

Not, not mine: it's somebody else's wound. I could never have borne it. So take the thing that happened, hide it, stick it in the ground. Whisk the lamps away . . . Night.

Agora sozinha no meu apartamento, afastada de todos, espojo-me na dor, nadando nas suas águas cálidas. (Uma Estrela na Noite - pág.230

I will tell my son my life story at last. There will be pain in remembering, but there will be joy, too.

a viciousness that left her bleeding. "Schnell!

They had history together, after all, and she couldn't help loving him still. In spite of everything, all the pain and heartbreak and anger he'd left in his wake, when she closed her eyes at night, she missed him beside her, missed the sound of his breathing and the hope she'd felt that one day he would really love her.

They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us. I

Tonight, Mom painted a portrait of our family, and through her eyes I saw people I'd never imagined—a drunken, unfaithful husband and a depressed, overwhelmingly unhappy wife. How is it that I saw none of this? Are children so sublimely oblivious to their own world? She was right to hide this truth from me. Even now, I wish I didn't know it. Sometimes, knowing where we come from hurts more than we can stand.

Such teeth in this pain. Gnawing at her, then spitting her out to breathe for a moment and then biting again.

Lord knows I understand how grief and love can break you.

Consciousness brought pain.

It hurts so much to love you.

But no matter how hard they all tried to be normal, their life was a dirty window that couldn't be wiped clean. Everything, every moment, was coated by illness. As always, it fell to Kate to lead the way, to be the smiling, optimistic one. They were all okay as long as she remained strong and resilient. Then they could talk and laugh and carry on the pretense of ordinary life.

should have told Emily everything and held on to her. Instead, I pretended I was okay. I could handle it. I'm a marine. And here I am Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and there she is." He leaned forward. "You have kids, right?" She nodded, sitting back.

life can wound even the strongest heart

German woman yanked Isabelle forward. She stumbled along, her feet screaming in pain

Instead, she did what she'd always done in the face of a painful rejection: she disappeared and held her tongue and waited

Why, of all the lessons she should have learned from her mother, had she held on to this most hurtful one?

Don't talk to me, don't approach me, don't ask your ordinary, everyday questions when my world has exploded.

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I used to think that memories were less painful when you held them close. I think perhaps that isn't true, though. Now I think pain loses its power when we share it.

The only thing that remained was the only thing that mattered: love—the kind that could be found in the darkness when all pretenses had disappeared, the kind born of pain and despair and hope, the kind that was a shelter in the storm.

I don't know much about these things. But I think that broken hearts heal. I think that perhaps the only way through that kind of pain is to move forward. I think that losing people you love changes you forever, but I think that God finds a way to let the light in.