Quotes About Pain

My side felt a lot better when Nora called me at noon the next day. My nice policeman wants to see you, she said. How do you feel? Terrible. I must've gone to bed sober. I pushed Asta out of the way and got up.

You can't ever guess at life, at pain. All pain is real, and all pain is personal. It's the most personal thing we have. It eats each of us differently.

This boy thinks I am not of his species, that I am some other kind of creature, one that can be crushed under the weight of a phone book. The pain is not great, but the symbolism is disagreeable.

Suffering is only suffering if it's done in silence, in solitude. Pain experienced in public, in view of loving millions, was no longer pain. It was communion.

That the volume of information, of data, of judgements, of measurements, was too much, and there were too many people, and too many desires of too many people, and too many opinions of too many people, and too much pain from too many people, and having all of it constantly collated, collected, added and aggregated, and presented to her as if that all made it tidier and more manageable--it was too much.

the gimmickry is simply a device, a defense, to obscure the black, blinding, murderous rage and sorrow at the core of this whole story, which is both too black and blinding to look at ---avert your eyes!--- but nevertheless useful, at least to the author, even in caricatured or condensed form, because telling as many people as possible about it helps, he thinks, to dilute the pain and bitterness and thus facilitate its flushing from his soul

Our penises flop up and down, and then as we pick up speed, slap left to right, back and forth -- who would have thought left to right? The pain! People should not do this. Penises were not built for running.

I knelt down, trying to put the many pieces of the letter back together again. It was impossible. I dumped the pieces of the letter in the trash, wishing my life would end. I truly believed, at that moment, that death would be better than my prospects for any kind of happiness. I was nothing but an "It.

That day I wished Mother would have mercy and kill me quickly. As

The body can endure practically anything--pain, fatigue, you name it-- but its the mind that matters.

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside.

The body is soft, beautiful, vulnerable. It's easy to threaten it. It's easy to harm it. It takes next to nothing to cause pain, to draw blood, to break bones. Takes next to nothing to blast a body to bits. It's much harder to protect it, she says, and much more important.

He knew exactly what it was like to lose a child. And that fact wouldn't matter in the least in this circumstance. There could be no commiseration among such people despite the seeming commonality of loss, because it was actually each parent's totally unique hell.

There are times in everyone's life when loss strikes. When one's heart breaks. And there are times when you truly feel as though you have no heart left, so shattered is it.

that one could never be the same afterward. It pushed bone, muscle, ligaments, and brains to places they were never intended to go. It was no wonder that so many men who had played the game were now suffering the long-term debilitating effects of entertaining millions and making large sums of money for doing so.

She did not believe in a benign higher being. She could not. She had suffered too much to think of a heavenly force in the sky that would let such evil walk the earth without lifting a hand to stop it.

He had avenged the murders of his wife, daughter, and brother-in-law. But that did nothing to take away the loss, the pain. Nothing ever could. Time did not heal wounds for Decker. The passage of time was irrelevant to his unique mind. Everything he had ever experienced in life was as freshly minted in his brain as the moment it was created.

Knowing your pain tolerance is important. Pills and needles mask it. Not good. I could be slipping and I'd never know it.

Shots around the knee region, however, reduced the toughest men to screaming babies. Rogers

He would beat the shit out of me for the slightest thing. But it wasn't the fist or the belt that hurt the most." "It was the words," said Reel.

They say time heals, but I'm not sure about that. Not at all." "Time doesn't necessarily heal, but it allows perspective, and the fading of the loss. But not for me." He placed a finger against his head. "I can't forget. Not even a little bit. Nothing fades, nothing gets better. It's a new movie release every day, but it's the same movie.

I'm gonna be sick," Burt moaned. "I'm gonna be sick!

It was like Julie had said. You had to take life as it came. It gave no quarter, spared no feelings. Limited no pain. Put no ceiling on happiness.

Rogers's features were rigid, though Puller could see momentary flashes of pain, represented