Quotes About Pain

The grief made the simplest movements of life feel like more than he could bear, and he had no idea how long he would have to live this way.

Pain had simply become a condition he had no expectation of living without.

You know, Willie, I never meant to hurt myself. I just didn't want the disease. I wouldn't do something against me. I don't think anybody ever does. You must know that, Willie. Everybody's just trying to stay safe. Even people who try to kill themselves, I bet they're still on their own sides, Willie. They just want to kill the pain. Everybody just wants to kill the pain.

He feels a seizing in his chest, a familiar searing pain. He tries to breathe around it, but it's too big. It radiates along his left arm, folds him in half, like he's a piece of trash too big for disposal.

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

This is what it means to be a woman in this world. Every step is a bargain with pain. Make your black deals in the black wood and decide what you'll trade for power. For the opposite of weakness, which is not strength but hardness. I am a trap, but so is everything. Pick your price. I am a huckster with a hand in your pocket. I am freedom and I will eat your heart.

I looked at this man and thought: Oh, how we are going to hurt each other.

I thought: this is how you make a human being. A human being is beautiful and sick. A human being glitters and starves.

I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.

I look at you, Masha, and it is like drinking cold water. I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

Her heart ached as though a knife had quietly slipped between her ribs.

her cry is a hook and it catches me in the throat.

He'll burn you down like wax if you let him. You'll think it's love, when he dines on your heart. And maybe it will be

Brother," he wept, "my heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it." "Tscha!" said the Tsar of Birds. "Life is like that.

God is a random event, a nexus of pain and pleasure and making and breaking.

I'll put this in words you can understand: humans are hideous, pain-guzzling, pollution-spouting space monsters who might threaten our way of life.

Sophia fully and truly thinks she will die. The sound of it is a knife, if a knife could kiss, and the kiss could turn the color of morning... ... Yet it contains a perfection that is twin to pain.

The burnt-off connectors and shadows where Ravan once filled my spaces— those, I think, are the sensations of grief.

But I shall choose to remember you, and it would be nice if it went both ways. That's how it generally goes in my country." But does it? September thought. If a body is hurt, they try to forget the person who hurt them and never think about the pain again.

Remember, pain is not a test. Knowledge is not enough.

There is still a place in me, Masha, where my death once lay. I have a pain there, the way some men feel their legs long after they've been cut off at the knee. It is my pain, and I cannot share it. I would not, even if I could. I will age with you, if it will please you. I will match you, wrinkle for wrinkle, grey hair for grey hair, creak for creak, tumor for tumor. You will be so beautiful when you are old.

Except that her joints ached and her head hurt and it tasted like a vorcha had shit in her mouth.

Some kinds of hurt almost feel good, you know? Familiar. Like an ugly couch in your parents' house with the springs all bare where your daddy slapped you once for coming home late and now when you sleep on it it's like one of those Indian fellas napping on nails but it makes you feel like you come from somewhere. Hurts like home.

Everything in this place was livid and lurid and living, and when he loved her and hurt her all at once she lived, too, higher and harder than she had thought she could.