Quotes About Pain

Nothing was more cruel than a heart made of flesh and blood, because it knew what gives pain.

In love. [Her] face was burning. She didn't want [him] to say what she herself never put into words. In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?

After all, that was what you wanted from books: great emotions you'd never felt yourself, pain you could leave behind by closing the book if it got too bad. Death and destruction felt deliciously real conjured up with the right words, and you could leave them behind between the pages as you pleased, at no cost or risk to yourself.

Her grandmother cursed the pain as she hobbled down the corridor. I soon learned Zelda always swears using strange plant names: stinkwort, nettlemuck, skunkbush, sumac. She seemed to have an endless supply of those.

Loving someone merely meant pain. Nothing but pain.

And the pain was back again, and time, and longing too.

Nichts war grausamer als ein Herz aus Fleisch und Blut, weil es wusste, was Schmerzen bereitet.

Her beauty took one's breath away, like a sudden pain.

No. Nothing could make it easier. You lost what you loved. That was death, here as well as there.

Jealousy still gave him a pang. The heart was a stupid thing.

Do you remember the sound my heart made when it broke?

the sly smile hides the broken heart

Es gab Geschichten, dass der Natternkopf seinem Herold auch ein Herz aus Silber hatte anfertigen lassen, aber Fenoglio war sicher, dass in der Brust des Pfeifers ein menschliches Herz schlug. Nichts war grausamer, als ein Herz aus Fleisch und Blut, weil es wusste, was Schmerzen bereitete.

Love was a luxury you paid for with far too much pain.

The most painful aspect of exile was how home became a dream, cleansed of all that was bad. One never returned to the dream one had nurtured over centuries, but to a reality that would always look shabby compared to the romanticized memories.

I am like a goldsmith hammering day and night Just so I can extend pain Into a gold ornament as thin as a cicada's wing Xi Murong

They're all cruel,' he said. 'The world I come from, the world you come from, and this one too. Maybe people don't see the cruelty in your world straight away, it's better hidden, but it's there all the same.

Cielo, l'amore era un tormento. Chiunque avesse affermato il contrario non doveva aver mai provato quel maledetto fremito nel petto.

He's a sucking chest wound of a human being.

Shame usually follows a pattern—a cycle of self-recrimination and lies that claims life after life. First, we experience an intensely painful event. Second, we believe the lie that our pain and failure is who we are—not just something we've done, or had done to us—and we experience shame. And finally, our feelings of shame trap us into thinking that we can never recover—that, in fact, we don't even deserve to.

If you don't handle the hurt properly, their sin becomes a catalyst for your own.

You see, it was not only Hiccup who was growing up, it was the entire world around him — and when whole worlds grow up, that can be painful and difficult. Was it all worth the Archipelago in flames? I do not know, you decide.

THE SPELL OF LOVE DENIED

Oggi si soffre e si fa soffrire, si uccide e si muore, si compiono cose meravigliose e cose orrende, non già per salvare la nostra anima, ma per salvare la propria pelle.