Quotes About Pain

I had some nerve damage that was kind of messing up my grip a little.

I have been to hell and back. I had a very, very bad nervous breakdown.

I was in the middle of my match and I was coming to the net and all I remember was hearing this loud pop and everything was slow after that. I just remember trying to take a step and my leg just not being able to hold me and I went down.

The neurotic is nailed to the cross of his fiction.

When you've lost a baby, everyone around you expects you to be fine once the new baby is born, as though that somehow takes away the pain of losing the first child. I needed to express how wrong that was.

The loss of a child is my greatest nightmare.

My professional dreams were coming true while I was living a personal nightmare.

It's no fun getting older. I might be wearing beautiful diamond earrings, but they can't take away the pain of losing my hearing.

Sickle cell was my life before hip-hop. I ain't really have no life - that was it.

La razón por la que nos duele tanto separarnos es porque nuestras almas están enlazadas. Quizá siempre lo han estado y siempre lo estarán, quizás hemos vivido cientos de vidas antes que esta, y en cada una de ellas nos hemos encontrado.

But sometimes, the curveballs end up smacking us in the chest and close to the heart, leaving bruises that never seem to heal.

So that's the ghost you been running from. You know, the ghost, the memory. I been watchin' you, workin' day and night, slavin' so hard you barely breath. People do that for three reasons. Either they crazy, or stupid, or tryin' to forget. And with you, I knew you were tryin' to forget. I just didn't know what. - Gus

For we both know my prognosis and what it will mean to us. I see your tears and I worry more about you than I do about me, because I fear the pain I know you will go through. There are no words to express my sorrow for this, and I am at a loss for words.

Les gens parlent de la vérité comme si c'était l'élixir miracle pour tous les problèmes de la vie. Je suis là depuis assez longtemps pour savoir que ce n'est pas le cas, et que parfois la vérité peut faire plus de mal que de bien.

the chain as if it had scalded her fingers. The locket tumbled down her blouse

Do you need some Tylenol? No, I'm just getting old. Tylenol can't do much to fix that.

God is not only the God of the sufferers but the God who suffers. ... It is said of God that no one can behold his face and live. I always thought this meant that no one could see his splendor and live. A friend said perhaps it meant that no one could see his sorrow and live. Or perhaps his sorrow is splendor. ... Instead of explaining our suffering God shares it.

Why are the photographs of him as a little boy so incredibly hard to look at? Something is over. Now instead of those shiny moments being things we can share together in delighted memories, I, the survivor, have to bear them alone. So it is with all the memories of him. They all lead into blackness. All I can do is remember him, I cannot experience him. Nothing new can happen between us.

I was unable to throw myself in the ocean," she writes, the handwriting more erratic as the painkillers seep into every cell, shutting out lights in empty rooms.

Once you stop pretending that everything's shitty and you can't wait to get out of it...then it gets more painful, not less. Telling yourself life is shit is like an anesthetic, and when you stop taking the Advil, then you really can tell how much it hurts, and where, and it's not like that kind of pain does anyone a whole lot of good.

If you haven't heard him...man, it's like he boiled down down all the melancholy in the world, all the bruises and all the fucked-up dreams you've let go, and poured the essence into a little tiny bottle and corked it up.

I had wanted to kill myself, not because I hated living, but because I loved it. And the truth of the matter is, I think that a lot of people who think about killing themselves feel the same way. They love live but it's all fucked up for them We were up on that roof because we couldn't find a way back into life, and being shut out of it like that...It just fucking destroys you, man.

I burst into tears and I cry and cry until it feels as though it is not salt and water being squeezed from my eyes, but blood.

He'd told her it was just a scratch and got cross when she hadn't offered morphine.