Quotes About Pain

He could sense the ridiculousness of life even as it tore the guts out of him. She saw that now. And death lay coiled in the dark between the perception and the pain.

This ragged heart, she said, pulling at her kimono. I should rip it out and bury it for compost.

One death did not salve another.

I wasn't beautiful anymore. Now I looked like what I was, a raw wound.

This ragged heart," she said, pulling at her kimono. "I should rip it out and bury it for compost.

The mind was so thin, barely a spiderweb, with all its fine thoughts, aspirations, and beliefs in its own importance. Watch how easily it unravels, evaporates under the first lick of pain.

She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot.

The Romans were right. One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.

The mind was so thin, barely a spiderweb, with all its fine thoughts, aspirations, and beliefs in its own importance. Watch how easily it unravels, evaporates under the first lick of pain. Gasping

This ragged heart, she said, pulling at her kimono. I should rip it out and use it for compost.

Her gut ached, as if love was being dug out of her with a dull knife.

She was tired, her nerves stripped like wires, the red and white. She felt like a saint with the arrows shit through, she was bleeding to death.

Michael, in a motel in Twentynine Palms, a gun in his hands. Not at Meredith's, painting in an explosion of new creation. Not over on Sunset, digging through the record bins, or at Launderland separating the darks and lights. Not at the Chinese market, looking at the fish with their still-bright eyes. Not at the Vista watching an old movie. Not sketching down at Echo Park. He was in a motel room in Twentynine Palms, putting a bullet in his brain.

All happy families are alike in the pain their members helplessly inflict upon one another, as if under orders from a perverse higher authority.

It can make us stronger, more compassionate, more understanding—more like Jesus—if we allow it to. And the more clutter we get rid of in our life here—the more we will be able to enjoy heaven—when we get there. So, pain can have a purpose.

I am not afraid of death, Abigail. I am afraid that I might draw back and not be bold in proclaiming the gospel." He hesitated, then said, "And I am afraid that I might not stand firm. That under the heel of the enemy, in pain, I might deny my Lord.

painful experiences can be used to better prepare us for heaven. You see, if we let it, even pain can shape us—make us better people—get rid of some of the ugly parts of our humanity.

Ya hurt, Joshsh?" I thought that was quite apparent, but for someone like Sam who spent a good deal of his time on the ground, perhaps it was a reasonable question.

Real joy seems to me almost as unlike security or prosperity as it is unlike agony.

Every one and every single time is different, and I didn't have C-sections, which I don't know if that's lucky or unlucky, but I was able to feel every contraction. You forget what it feels like. God's got a great way of making women forget what it's like because we would never go through it again.

It is unnatural to deny effort, adversity, and pain.

Unnatural constructs - cities and medical pain management - have always seemed pretty good to me.

I wanted to get punished, and I took unnecessary punishment when I was fighting.

Everyone agrees that animals should not be exposed to unnecessary pain. But neither should scientists be hamstrung by the requirement to use anesthesia in every animal experiment that might cause pain.