Quotes About Pain

We are created precisely for this type of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain. We are destined and designed to bear our pain with us, hugging it tight to our bellies like the young Spartan thief hiding a wolf cub so it can eat away our insides.

The Final Days are here, priest. The prophecies given to us by the Avatar centuries ago are unfolding before our eyes. What you call riots are the first death throes of a society which deserves to die. The Days of Atonement are upon us and the Lord of Pain soon will walk among us.

We thought we were special, opening our perceptions, honing our empathy, spilling that cauldron of shared pain onto the dance floor of language and then trying to make a minuet out of all that chaotic hurt.

eyes too filled with the sharp edge of experience to hide their pain...

In this cold, teeth can shatter after two or three hours—actually explode—sending shrapnel of bone and enamel flying inside the cavern of one's clenched jaws.

the suicidal smell of cigarettes

For the thousandth time, I wondered if there were a way to reprogram this autonomous intelligence so that it wasn't such a pain in the ass.

On the contrary, it made me feel that faith is all the more essential. Pain and darkness have been our lot since the Fall of Man. But there must be some hope that we can rise to a higher level Ã¢â'¬Â¦ that consciousness can evolve to a plane more benevolent than its counterpoint of a universe hardwired to indifference.

Odd how many suffering members of humankind have faced eternity obsessed with their bowels, their bedsores, or the meagerness of their diets.

In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain.

You carry the pain and you also carry the reward.

I can't stand seeing their sympathy. For years, vital parts of me have been frozen, and since the accident I felt myself thawing, dripping, becoming more human than I can bear.

The nature of trauma is that you have no recollection of it as a story.

To grow one has to feel pain, know uneasiness - as you certainly must know from your work as a child psychiatrist. Isn't it more dangerous, more awful, when people don't feel the kinds of doubts and misgivings and confusions we've been talking about, when instead their voices are stifled by the permeating ideology, the official seductive presence of the state and the marketplace and the military machine?

I was struck with this letter as with a thousand wounds, such as I cannot describe; the reproaches of my own conscience were such as I cannot express, for I was not blind to my own crime;

L'attesa di un male è un supplizio assai più grave del male stesso, soprattutto se non abbiamo la possibilità di scuoterci di dosso quell'ansia tormentosa.

You meet people who are in pain in life and love and you forgive them for behaving the way they do.

This is love if it's not with you, a terrible fiery something that makes people look away, and it feels like a punch in the throat.

I can't have it near me anymore, I'm grenading it back to you, as soon as I unfold it and read it and cry one more time. Because me too, and fuck you. Even now.

You know how the nurses started asking me to rate my pain one to ten? I just started giving them random numbers. You can't get to ten, I told the one with those earrings I want to yank out. You can't get to ten because someone might slap you and that would hurt more.

This is what happens. You meet people who are in pain, in life and love, and you forgive them for behaving the way they do.

Te voy a explicar por qué rompimos, Ed. Te voy a contar en esta carta toda la verdad de por qué sucedió. Y la maldita verdad es que te quise demasiado.

It is natural, this heartbreak which arrives first when you are young and never leaves your house no matter where you move, but still everyone wants the kid to stop the fussing and shut up.

By shutting out the real world we can live peacefully in ours. We know that a world without pain is a world without feeling… But a world without feeling is a world without pain.