He’s not felt very good since he threw Saturday. His arm feels great. The problem is he has some pain in his side.

The words went round and round and round in my mind and my body, until I knew they were no longer my words but something that had been carved into my heart.And now my soul was crying.

God only knows the torment of the suffering soul and only he can take away the pain.

Yes, you are right! I am your leftover trash. I hope you know a bum got to eat too. I believe you were one when I met you.

If we deny the grief its right in our lives, then we must question the love for which the grief is supposedly rooted. God’s grief is founded in His love for Himself and His love for us. Looking at God as our model is healthy. Facing the pain means honoring those with whom our love...

Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other

And a rock feels no pain;And an island never cries.

The Completeness of True Love Stories Lies in Their INCOMPLETENESS”by:- LOVE UNSUNG

Every second i live in a hope to meet you one day…..I die every second in a fear of loosing you

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

(…) provou que (o prazer) é um presente da divindade, ‘pois – dizia – o homem não pode dar a si próprio nem sensações nem ideias, recebe tudo; a dor e o prazer lhe vêm de fora, como sua existência’.

There was nothing more painful than hurting someone you loved.

But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

On Major Depression, quoted by the great William Styron of Sophie’s Choice & Darkness Visible:From Darkness Visible, William Styron”It is a positive and active anguish, a sort of psychical neuralgia, wholly unknown to normal life.

The body’s pain is so paper-thin and insignificant compared to that of the mind.

As I took up life as a minister, I tried to understand why so many people resisted and rejected God, I soon realized that perhaps that main reason was affliction and suffering. …But at the same time, I learned that just as many people find God through affliction and suffering. They find that adversity moves...

Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.

It is life that fights and struggles and rages; life, that tears at you in its last agonizing throes to hold on, even if but for one futile instant longer… Whereas I, I come softly when it is all done. Pain and death are an ordered sequence, not a parallel pair. So easy to confuse...

Every broken heart has one time or another asked, “What is important to me now?

The journey of the mind always has longer to travel than the heart because dreams carry weight, while love makes you float.

Stupidity is to have amnesia over your own faults when the person you hate makes theirs.

Sometimes you can be touched by God, but not healed. Often when this happens, he is using your pain for a greater purpose.

Maybe, it is just enough to believe with a positive heart that people didn’t let you down. It could be just this: They couldn’t give you the compassion you really wanted based on where their heart is right now. Maybe, not now, but years later they will catch the memory of you in a quiet...

Sometimes the greatest fear and pain come from a sense of meaninglessness in life. Meaning is a choice, not a search, remember? A sense of meaninglessness is really, therefore, a call to let in higher awareness and truth.

Physical pain was easy. It would always pass in the end. All it needed was time – a ticking clock.

From the pain come the dreamFrom the dream come the visionFrom the vision come the peopleFrom the people come the powerFrom this power come the change

When what you value and dream about doesn’t match the life you are living, you have pain.

To each, or about each, of his colleagues he had said at one time or other, something… something impossible to recall in this or that case and difficult to define in general terms — some careless bright and harsh trifle that had grazed a stretch of raw flesh.

The heart aches in brokenness as daylight awakens the pain of knowing.

It is not lies or a lack of loyalty that ends a relationship. It is the agonizing truth that one person feels in their heart on a daily basis. It is realizing that you are coping and not living. It is the false belief that there is a verse, quote, phrase or talk that will...

I will go tell him of Hermia’s flight:Then to the wood will he to-morrow nightPursue her; and for this intelligenceIf I have thanks, it is a dear expense:But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his sight thither and back again.

If there were a sympathy in choice,War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it,Making it momentary as a sound,Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,Brief as the lightning in the collied nightThat, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,And ere a man hath power to say ‘Behold!’The jaws of darkness do devour...

A best friend is the only one that walks into your life when the world has walked out.

Not only did the angry villagers hound their monsters to the edge of town, they reproached her for being vulnerable to the torches.

Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they’re gone and yet still mourn the good parts.

Squatting on old bones and excrement and rusty iron, in a white blaze of heat, a panorama of naked idiots stretches to the horizon. Complete silence – their speech centres are destroyed – except for the crackle of sparks and the popping of singed flesh as they apply electrodes up and down the spine. White...

Sure it will hurt. But so what? Pain is just a state of mind. You can think your way out of anything, even pain.

Reaching the summit of K2 was an incredible experience, but I would trade it in a heartbeat to have Dan back.

The tattoo artist inflicts pain and I take it. With each breath I count to one again. Each inhale, each exhale, time passes in the smallest of pieces, and pieces still smaller than those.This is how you count a life. This is how you go through it. Each second of hurt is a second that’s...

Remember who you really are. You cannot be destroyed or hurt. You cannot be harmed or killed. You, the real you, will always be present and powerful.

If you ate nails, your stomach would hurt, and it’s a good thing that it would. Eating nails is deadly, thus the pain is helpful. Like this, sadness, anger, and anxiety are not to be feared or shamed, but listened to and decoded.

You haven’t lost Iraki, you know. I don’t know if it helps to say that. I lost a friend once myself, and I know how it goes.’He’ll find his way inside you, and you’ll carry him onward. Behind your heartbeat, you’ll hear another one, faint and out of step. People will say you are speaking...

To some, the image of a pale body glimmering on a dark night whispers of defeat. What good is a God who does not control his Son’s suffering? But another sound can be heard: the shout of a God crying out to human beings, “I LOVE YOU.” Love was compressed for all history in that...

True pain teaches us to grow. You aren’t finished yet. Dylan needs you.

Deep in the recesses of our mind is a trophy shelf on which sits many bottles. Each bottle contains the pain of a hurt that we have overcome and for which we have a scar – our badge of courage. Occasionally, a memory will knock the bottle off the shelf, the cork will come out...

Love isn’t about to show off or to go on dates. Its about being with a person who makes you feel special, who gives you a feeling that no one else does. The one who can completely understand you and can laugh on your lame jokes. The one to whom you trust the most and...

You see? You’re just figuring it out now, but I discovered a long time ago that the smarter you are, the more tempting it is to just let people imagine you. We move through each other’s lives like ghosts, leaving behind haunting memories of people who never existed.

You remind me of someone with a bad toothache who’s hitting herself in the head with a hammer to distract herself from the pain in her mouth.

Pain always makes me antagonistic–are you any different?

The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.