Quotes About Pain

In terms of soul work, we dare not get rid of the pain before we have learned what it has to teach us.

For the writer, discovering the work he will write is both like a miracle and a wound, like the miracle of the wound.

To have gone through so much work to heal myself and have my mother not acknowledge in any way that she was sorry for what had happened to me, broke my heart.

I also work out because I have scoliosis. I have to maintain certain strength in my core.

There is a point when tears don't work to wash things away anymore. Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers.

The main motive for nonattachment is a desire to escape from the pain of living, and above all from love, which, sexual or non-sexual, is hard work.

The things which hurt, instruct.

I took pain pills to get to sleep because I didn't want to go to work the next day exhausted.

pain can work form the outside in.

You get hit over the knuckles enough, you don't stick them out anymore.

I could see hunks of metal and rocks sticking out of my legs.

The fact is, after a certain age, high heels can feel as painful as someone sticking hot pins into the soles of your feet.

I had cartilage sticking out my nose. I couldn't breathe out of my left nostril.

I've always had little problems in my ankles when I played very hard games, they'd get very inflamed and stiff.

The knee was all deformed, bloodied up and leaking with puss. I just couldn't move it. Stiff. It was like I had a spare leg. All of my quad was skinny. It was like a pole with a pineapple in the middle of it.

Everybody knows it hurts to grow up... and we're still fighting it.

I remember my mother finding mud somehow and putting it on the sting.

I feel like anybody would be heartbroken to see how quickly or easily you are replaced; of course that's going to sting.

Cancer really stinks.

And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.

I push myself hard. I don't like pain, exactly, but as a ballerina, I lived in constant pain. At ballet school in Stockholm, I remember we had a locker where if someone had been to the doctor and gotten painkillers, we divided them among us. In a sense, we were all addicted.

Of course I've had a bunch of broken bones, sprains and I've had five or six concussions, with three serious ones. I also got a real heavy duty blood clot and internal bleeding from where I was shot in the stomach with a beanbag bullet that the police use for crowd control. I've also had six stitches in my head.

Arnica is great. I got kicked in the stomach by a horse once, and some adult slapped arnica all over it, and I had no bruise at all to show for my pain.

I've had chronically bad stomach aches since I was a child.