Quotes About Pain

Purple is such a twisted, complex color—it conveys the passion of red, the sadness of blue, the depravity of black. Purple is neither happy nor sad. It is pain and despair but longing, too—fiery desire, beaten and bruised but struggling onward, determined to overcome, to move forward rather than retreat.

Then the doctor broke my nose and I cried like a baby

Julian and Kyoko are the same age, and seeing Julian is a painful reminder for Yoko of her missing daughter, so John has limited himself to occasional phone calls.

Pain is a message. Messages can be ignored.

A remark generally hurts in proportion to its truth.

There was freedom in the pain. It meant he was still alive, still feeling, and he felt invincible. Whatever they did to him, however hard they fought, in the end, he would win.

A half-dozen or so FBI techies and LAPD homicide detectives were still on the scene. The latest Pearl Jam played from somebody's radio. The lead singer seemed to be in terrible pain.

waiting in hospitals is as close as we get to being in hell before our time

Alcuni dicono che mezzanotte è l'ora più spaventosa per ritrovarsi in un cimitero. Si sbagliano. L'ora più terrificante è la prima luce dell'alba. Perché non c'è un posto dove nascondersi. Dal dolore. Da te stesso.

The unmistakable hurt of a child ignored, a child discovering that justice didn't always play out in the real world.

Human skin hisses like a rattlesnake when it burns.

The look on Matthew Leroux's face when I left was terrible to behold. Having lost my own wife, Maeve, to cancer, I actually knew how it felt to helplessly watch a person you deeply love hover between life and death. How the inconsolable pain of it buries you to the point where the thought of your own death is actually a hope and a comfort.

growled, "And, yes, my heart will break

ground, impaled on the trunk of a tree that has been shaved down to the point of

I couldn't stop the overwhelming sadness I felt. It ate at me, like acid splashed all over my body.

His sneakers smacked against tree trunks. Bark raked the skin on his hands and face raw. Branches caught at his feathers, and he felt some get yanked out, but he didn't even wince. It felt good, the pain. He wanted more.

So if I'd finally succeeded, why did it hurt so much?

First love isn't last love or only love or even the best love. The pain you feel is appropriate. You've been hurt, and not because of something you did or didn't do, Tandy. You're very real. And you're wonderful.

I could barely move my left arm, and it hurt like fire. I tried to stretch out my wing, only to suck my breath in hard as I found out it had been hit too. I couldn't see it well over my shoulder, but my big clue was the screaming pain. I was scraped all over, had lost my windbreaker, and, if I wasn't mistaken, I was sitting in a patch of poison ivy.

This should be about as interesting as a rectal exam done with a cactus." Dowd

to hurt you, miss. That's the truth.

raping and beating her

It was like crawling into the asshole of Satan.

it's a heck of an ordeal, natural childbirth