Quotes About Pain

You've got to use it, the pain. Use it as fuel to move past the torment, to the light at the end of the tunnel

The greatest analgesic, soporific, stimulant, tranquilizer, narcotic, and to some extent even antibiotic --in short, the closest thing to a genuine panacea --known to medical science is work.

The holiness of the saints will not excuse them from sufferings.

By God, I shall spend the rest of my life getting my heart back, healing and forgetting every scar you put upon me when I was a child. The first move I ever made, after the cradle, was to crawl for the door, and every move I have made since has been an effort to escape.

It was full of wounding remarks rather brilliantly said, perhaps said for the sheer virtuosity of giving pain neatly. Each of its phrases found its way through the eyes of the Marquesa, then, carefully wrapped in understanding and forgiveness, it sank into her heart.

For what human ill does not dawn seem to be an alleviation?

But while they continued staring into one another's face waiting for the miracle of science the pain grew worse.

For what human ill does dawn not seem to be an alleviation?

The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs.

El ataque de asma es experimentado por el paciente como un ahogo mortal, el enfermo trata de sorber el aire, jadea y la espiración queda muy dificultada. En el asmático coinciden varios problemas que, a pesar de su afinidad, examinaremos por separado, por motivos didácticos.

I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

And now your dead inside, still you wonder why, when your on the edge and falling off, its all over, for you

So perhaps there are no phantom pains after all; perhaps all pain is real; perhaps each long-ago blow lives on into eternity in some different permutation and shape; perhaps the body is this hypersensitive, revengeful entity, a ledger book, a warehouse of remembered slights and cruelties.

It was false, what everyone always said about tragedy. Tragedy wasn't not having someone to love. Tragedy was loving someone and not being able to express it.

the sting of Maya's betrayal has salted the sting of an earlier betrayal.

time doesn't heal wounds at all,

what happens is that each wound penetrates the body deeper and deeper

Relying on the boat of a human body, Free yourself from the great river of pain! As it is hard to find this boat again, This is no time to sleep, you fool. [11]

caught tightly in a marriage of afflictions and karma,

I stayed alive for you, and you. But you killed me anyway.

she still loved him, and she could feel herself dying from it, like a disease.

How do you think she got there?" Shane's voice was an unsteady mix of regret and pain. "I found her number in your phone, and I called her. When she got to the house, she called the paramedics. And the police. And sent me to prison." The blood drained from Eva's face. "No." "Ask her," he said gently. "Ask her.

After I accidentally broke my arm, and my foster mom…" He paused, jaw working. "When I survived the crash on the way to the hospital and my foster mom didn't, I started breaking my arm on purpose. Drinking all day. And I decided that I didn't deserve good things.

The first time it happened was when Shane was seven, the terrible event that had sent him hurtling from foster home to foster home, where he learned new crimes, new dysfunctions, new ways to be unloved. That was one piece of it. The other was every time he broke his arm, it hurt, but when it dulled, he'd be shot through with this remarkable insight about himself. It was the only time he saw who he was, crystal clear.