Quotes About Pain

I've been in love. It's painful, pointless and overrated. - Damon Salvatore

If I let myself care, all I'll feel is pain.

If it had been touch, it might have been pressure-not an uncomfortable pressure, but one that swept away all the pain of her headache. Like a river rushing through her mind, clearing out everything stagnant and clotted and decayed.

When you lose someone, it stays with you. Always reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt.

To bleed from many wounds may be more serious than to bleed from one, but the pain, being less localized, is also easier for the mind to bear.

If life be wretched, it is hard to bear it; if it be happy, it is horrible to lose it ; both come to the same thing.

There are places in the heart that do not yet exist; suffering has to enter in for them to come to be." Leon Bloy

L'odieuse créature qui n'avait jamais aimé personne l'adorait inexplicablement, lui appartenait corps et âme, jouissait d'être rossé par lui et aurait fait calciner sa fille pour lui plaire.

There is not a trace of blood anywhere except here, in my throat, where I am telling you all this.

For years her emotions lay behind a wall she had constructed: the yearnings, the desires, the disappointment, and the pain.

I know that pain has festered, chewed and twisted your insides so you, at times, don't know the person who resides there anymore.

Každý sen je masochistní.

Do you know the feeling, when your heart is so hurt, that you could feel the blood dripping?

No one dies of sorrow, they only wish they could.

It was a communion of pain, and no one in the city could pretend not to have heard it. The women had made witnesses of us, even those of us who had chosen to close our eyes. •

You miss Azemmur, she said. Yes, I said. And I have grown so used to the pain of missing it that sometimes I feel as though I have learnt to walk after an imputation. But now, Oyomasot, it is as if I can sense that severed limb again.

but pain is a private business

There is a great deal of pain in life and perhaps the only pain that can be avoided is the pain that comes from trying to avoid pain.

You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of?

The worst moment of one's life could be seared into the memory, brighter than any joy.

Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.

This, she thought, isn't just for today. It's for everything. For the heartache that still felt like a punch in the gut each time it struck, fresh as new, at unpredictable moments; for the smiling lies and the mental images she couldn't shake; for the shame of having been so naive. For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve—like the soul's version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable.

She thought of Akiva, the night he had come to her at the river, the crushing pain and shame in his face, and love, still love - sorrow and love and hope - and she remembered the night of the Warlord's ball, how Akiva had always been the right to Thiago's wrong, the heat to the Wolf's chill, the safety to this monster's menace.

It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell.