Quotes About Pain

Another problem with repressing bad feelings is that you thereby shut off the good feelings too! When you block yourself from pain, you block yourself from pleasure.

He saw at least a dozen people still in their seats. Their clothes were torn or blown or burned from their bodies, "completely naked in front, missing limbs, missing faces, some breathing, some moaning, and others just deader than a door nail.

There is only one thing more painful than learning from experience, and that is not learning from experience.

Acting is a masochistic form of exhibitionism. It is not quite the occupation of an adult.

The history of a soldier's wound beguiles the pain of it.

Hell, everybody is a masochist. Some of us are just a little more private.

Silent is the ruined land. Man is brutal and the rain does not wash away the pain or rid the distant memory. It makes it glisten.

It's a fact of life. Hearts are always hurting. And yet they still keep pumping.

Betrayal and grief have a certain color no matter what the species is.

I could conceive of them as evil, monstrous, and devoid of decency. Or I could think of them as men and sometimes women who are so controlled by their pain, they're unable to care enough about the people they hurt to be able to change their reprehensible behavior.

Il dolore, pensò, dovrebbe avere un peso, un suo particolare peso specifico, dovrebbe essere visibile come un minerale che non si trova in nessun altro luogo, una valuta non convertibile in cui calcolare i cadaveri, il sangue, le ferite, le malattie, le umiliazioni, e che rimanesse sul campo di battaglia, nelle prigioni, sui patiboli e negli ospedali, un monumento che avesse sempre e dovunque lo stesso significato.

In kindegarten, he had learned how to make a bruise stop hurting: you pressed it over and over with your thumb. the first times it hurt so much your eyes watered. The second time it hurt a little less. The tenth time, it was barely an ache.

She did not even have words, only a feeling, a terrible hollow feeling, as if everything inside her had been scooped out raw.

If men ever got periods, believe me, you'd all be in a ball on the ground from cramps.

Unconsciously, one hand crept down to her belly, where an ache was beginning to blossom.

In kindergarten, he had learned how to make a bruise: you pressed it over and over with your thumb. The first time it hurt so much your eyes watered. The second time it hurt a little less. The tenth time, it was barely an ache. So he read the note again and again. It didn't stop hurting. His eyes didn't stop watering.

To let her be alone with her grief, or whatever heavier thing she'd put on top to hold it down.

But those words had haunted James. How they must have wound around his heart, binding tighter over the years, slicing into the flesh.

If she cries . . . it won't be tears. It will be little drops of blood.

The little bird in his throat had died and swelled so that he could hardly breathe.

ground up into dingy gray, flushed down into the sewer in a mess of shit and piss. Something goes hot and liquid behind his eyes.

As far as I can tell, the biggest side effect of a gluten sensitivity is that you actually become the number one symptom: a huge pain in the ass.

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