Quotes About Pain

You are my father, Incarceron. I was born from your pain. Bone of steel; circuits for veins. My heart a vault of iron.

So what if Brian made me feel like fireworks were going off inside me. He could also make me feel like a big fat clod of heartsick dirt. It was like he could take any emotion I had and make it ten times stronger. Which is great when it's happiness but pretty darn awful if it's anything sad.

So it was that my life passed from the joyous realm of heaven to the choking and inescapable tortures of hell.

People who don't feel pain can't feel joy.

In the long run, shame always outlives physical pain. "Anyone who thinks of a shameful memory will experience it at least as vividly as when they had the original experience,

You know, anger has a bad rap," I ventured. "Anger is the fuel you use to drive up feelings of hurt and pain from your unconscious. It's how people tell others that they're displeased with their behaviour.

You know, anger has a bad rap," I ventured. "Anger is the fuel you use to drive up feelings of hurt and pain from your unconscious. It's how people tell others that they're displeased with their behaviour. The man calling you Tonto is disrespecting you,

Often people's worst pain is built on a false premise.

When you can't acknowledge your true feelings because they're too excruciating, you defend against them with anger.

Anger is the fuel you use to drive up feelings of hurt and pain from your unconscious. It's how people tell others that they're displeased with their behaviour.

Dr. Soprano has explained to me that some of this pain—which Edi experiences as pain in her joints—is actually being sent over by her organs as they falter. He described the liver as a kind of ventriloquist that speaks its suffering from nearby limbs and bones.

We do crazy shit because we're broken.

After all, the only thing that hurts more than tears shed is tears unshed.

They just want to kill the pain. Everybody just wants to kill the pain.

I loved pain, followed it, thought it would cleanse me, right my wrongs.

Nothing hurts like romance.

This is what we do. We do crazy shit because we're broken. That's who we are. That's what we do.

bruised, a battered internal condition that figuratively showed on the outside. Like someone had beaten her within an inch of her life in some ingenious way that left no marks.

I'd say, yes, the horse has a way of communicating pain without words. I can't always put my finger on how.

He gently set the hat back in place, and stared into its light-ringed darkness, surviving the pain of each second individually. What was the point, though, really, of surviving an hour-long second if another waited right behind it, also needing to be survived? But it made him feel panicky to think about that, so he returned to the one-second-at-a-time plan.

Whatever big hole people got in their heart, they want something to fill it up. That's what he wants from you. But he'll never get it. Because you can't ever fill a hole in you with somebody else. But everybody keeps trying, though, even though it never brings nothing but heartache to both parties.

If it slices through walls and pulls stuff out of me, stuff that hurts, why am I sitting here listening to it? Why didn't I walk the other way?" "Because it's better to feel it." "Not if it hurts." "Especially if it hurts. Remember, it was in there to begin with. And as an old friend of mine used to say, better out than in.

It was so familiar now, that pain. He almost welcomed it. He'd almost missed it.

Still, everyone of us has something that makes him sad... And no one can save us from all of it.