Quotes About Pain

El martirio de la humanidad es doble: para el macho, la más dura fatiga: el pensar; para la hembra, la más espantosa tortura: el parir.

Il dolore è ancor più dolore se tace.

Because she was still glaring at Carter as the pain took hold of her, he saw something few people get to witness: experience invading the gaze of an innocent.

I rather wished I'd stabbed him somewhere less awkward.

This would be my torture: all that didn't bear thinking about would devote itself to forcing me to bear thinking about it.

Speaking was temporarily beyond him, what with the testicular trauma and ass-stabbing.

He had a reservoir of tolerance for pain. Finite, though. Pain would empty it, eventually.

Pain revealed the paltry dimensions of love. The paltry dimensions of everything, in fact, except pain.

Pain is beyond reason, an obliterating giant stupidity to which all your history of jokes and nuance and ideas and caresses is nothing, simply nothing . . .

I suppose the word "unbearable" is a lie by definition. Unless you kill yourself immediately after using it.

That was the treachery of suffering. It took you to the point from which you thought death must follow, then let you know it could hold you there indefinitely. That was when you stopped fearing death and started wanting it, praying for it, begging for it.

He'd seen her not really recognising him, not really, when it came down to it, caring who he was. It was disgusting, that pain could do that. What was the point of it, except to shame and disgust everyone? To make a mockery of love? If that was God then fuck God, whether there was a reason for it or not. If there was a reason then fuck the reason. No kind of reason he was interested in any more.

But what's heartbreak? A feeling. I've had it with feelings, even if they haven't had it with me.

We're hanging around waiting for this to not seem so painful when the fact is it's only going to get more painful the longer we hang around.

Kneecaps only exist to get hit with claw-hammers; grace only exists to be fallen from.

How to describe hell? Disembowelled landscape busy with suffering, incessant heat, permanent scarlet twilight, a swirling snowfall of ash, the stink of pain and the din of...if only, hell is two things: the absence of God and the presence of time. Infinite variations on that theme. Doesn't sound so bad, does it? Well, trust me.

I suppose the word "unbearable" is a lie by definition. Unless you kill yourself immediately after using it.

and it broke my heart in so many pieces I wondered if it would ever be whole again.

Jak kto? mo?e si? w ogóle na tym ?wiecie u?miecha?, my?la?am. Z czego si? tutaj cieszy??

What was it Freud once said? All depression is caused by the loss of someone's love.

his memory flooded with pain for all the hurts and wrongs that had been done in the name of God. As always, he would pray for forgiveness and the redemption of that pain.

grief is the hardest cross to bear.

In marriage, insult arises again and again; and pain has to be not only endured, but consented to; and the amount of forgiveness that it necessitates is incredible and exhausting.

They all trying to say something with music that you can't say with plain talk. There ain't really no words for love or pain. And the way I see it, only fools go around trying to talk their love or talk their pain. So the smart people make music and you can kinda hear about it without them saying anything.