Quotes About Pain

There are wounds of the spirit as grave as wounds of the flesh, and they, too, need healing.

There were barbs on the words, his formal address. I endured them in silence and watched him go, leaving me alone with the remorseless pleasure of my pain.

É mais duro ver outro sofrer do que suportarmos nós o sofrimento.

How strange, how compelling a pain; to cause injury to a loved one.

One never thinks, until one is badly injured, about the myriad intricate ways in which the parts of one's body are connected.

There are worse things in the world than heartbreak. Finding that out is a rite of passage.

As gloriously, splendidly, intractably single-minded as he was, loving him was like grasping a knife, a clean white blaze of pain that kept me anchored to myself.

It involved Melisande, and the razor-sharp blades they call flechettes, and a good deal of me screaming ... I have dreams about it still, and Elua help me, some of them are exquisite.

C'è forse da stupirsi che io sia diventata quella che sono? Delaunay sostiene che fosse da sempre il mio destino... Forse ha ragione ma c'è una cosa che so con certezza: quando l'Amore mi ha scacciata, è stata la Crudeltà ad avere pietà di me.

One does not reckon, at such times, the cost to one's limbs and joints; there is a limit to the pliancy of the mortal form.

Il dolore riscatta tutto: rappresenta la consapevolezza della vita e, al tempo stesso, un monito di morte.

I was happier when I hadn't understood anything, when I hated you all because you kept your secrets. You don't have any. You have nothing, and there is nothing to be had.' 'What secrets did you think we had?' I no longer felt humiliated by my ignorance, because I'd touched on a knowledge that was too painful to bear.

Me parecía que ese dolor nunca se calmaría, que había tomado posesión de mí de una vez por todas, que me impediría definitivamente consagrarme a algo que no fuera ese dolor, y lo aceptaba.

My neck and shoulders and back ached fiercely after a day spent bending over boxes of starch. I tried singing softly to keep my spirits up, but the only songs I knew by heart were the hymns we sang at school. After one verse of 'He Who Would Valiant Be' I was in tears. I thought of Olivia and Mr Andrews. I was in such a state I almost felt nostalgic for hawk-nosed Mounty.

Selma dug her sharp elbow right into my ribs and then kicked me hard on the ankle under the table. I couldn't help giving a little squeal of pain.

There is no path set for this kind of shock, and for the grief that attends such terrible news.

You're in pain, Mr. Miller—it has to come out somewhere. I've found that people in distress, either emotional or physical, often cannot help themselves—as if that which hurts has to be exorcised, and inflicting some sort of harm on another provides an immediate if temporary relief.

has wounded me. Maisie knew the abyss; she knew what it was

Memories come out of nowhere, sometimes, don't they? Like a splinter long in the finger finally rises to the surface. Pluck it out, and the pain goes—and you realize there has been discomfort all along, but you have lived with it.

Some evenings I don't know where the old pains end and the new ones begin. Feels like the older you get the more they run into one long, deep aching.

It was never my intention to cause you pain. Whether you feel strongly or very little, that does not excuse thoughtless behavior. - Adam

Porque quererse es un castigo y es un abismo vivir juntos.

Yes, the life of an adult entails accepting and in some way being responsible for pain.

The sole and supreme use of suffering is to purify, to burn out all that is useless and impure.