I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,And Mourners to and froKept treading – treading – till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated,A Service, like a Drum – Kept...

The only way past the pain is through it. Pain, grief, anger, misery…they don’t go away–they just increase and compound and get worse. You have to live through them, acknowledge them. You have to give...

I must fling myself down and writhe; I must strive with every piece of force I possess; I bruise and batter myself against the floor, the walls; I strain and sob and exhaust myself, and...

It’s only a heartache. It isn’t a tragedy. A tragedy would be losing the father of my children to cancer. This I wrestle with the hardest. There are thirty-one flavors of pain, like Baskin Robbins...

He could hardly lay still. That’s how much pain he was in.

Postponed pain is among the most abominable kind to experience.

The more enchanted the idyll, greater must be the pain of its ending.

This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or suffering. But being a poem, not a lifetime, it is more compressed.

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

I was desensitized to all the pain, even though essentially it was always all around me.

And that is why a dog can go to the vet and have a really big operation and have metal pins sticking out of its leg but if it sees a cat it forgets that...

You know he’s not in pain.

If you aren’t in the moment, you are either looking forward to uncertainty, or back to pain and regret.

Magnus had come to a horrible realization. One that he knew would cause him nothing but pain and suffering from that day forward.But there was no changing the truth of it.He had fallen in love...

With each teardrop; pain hits the floor

Samuel understood at last why this being hated men and women so much: he hated them because they were so like himself, because the worst of the was mirrored in them. He was the source...

If Messenger would be to open his mouth right now, his voice would be a terrible wound.

Ann: How my heart has ached. How empty I have felt. How I’ve ached to hold my two babies.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND YOUWhen I hold a rose,I see the soft, velvety petalsand smile, becausetucked betweenthose precious petalsis a special gift -the one of a fragrance,pure and sweet.When you hold a rose,you see...

She knew this pain would fade again; like a sunburn, it would heal itself and leave her slightly more protected from the glare.

I know my pain threshold. I’m fine, … It’s come down to that point where you got to suck up a lot of stuff.

She knows the truth can cause a sharp pain behind your eyes and that love sometimes feels like a fist around your throat.

Like many people whose lives had formed around a particularly painful incident, she had grown used to providing ellipses around the event of her brother’s death to keep conversations comfortable. At some point the subconscious...

Pain is all relative.

I almost resent the whole fashion thing. Good God- never wearing the same thing twice and all of those things. It’s a pain in the ass.

Every pain is repeated in other places and other lives, every joy is repeated in other places and other lives.

While McMurphy laughs. Rocking farther and farther backward against the cabin top,spreading his laugh across the water. Laughing at the girl,at the guys, at George,at me sucking my bleeding thumb, at the captain back at...

I think it would shock most people if they really knew what we have each survived by the time we graduate high school.

Sarcasm helps me overcome the harshness of the reality we live, eases the pain of scars and makes people smile.

Have we become so defensive that we cannot even tolerate a kind act?

She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened...

Ever hurt so bad you want to scream … or scream so much it hurts.

my enemies don’t scared me .. but the people who say I love you

Language … has created the word ‘loneliness’ to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word ‘solitude’ to express the glory of being alone.

The past, rich with it’s pains and joys, shuffles before me, relieving the weary dullness of endless days. I rejoice; I agonize.

As long as it still hurts, it isn’t love yet.

The problem isn’t that they all speak bad about me. The problem is that they all feel comfortable speaking bad about me to you.

I almost never cry, and it’s something I don’t like about myself. I sometimes try and make myself cry. Sometimes, when I’m in pain, I say if I could just cry it would make it...

Her strategy for honoring the dead had always been to take action – solve the mystery, punish the criminal. But what did you do when there was no one to punish? When there were no...

Pain moves us forward, changing us into something else, something we need to be.

Then she opened her eyes, Veronika did not think ‘this must be heaven’. Heaven would never use a fluorescent tube to light a room, and the pain – which started a fraction of a second...

Her behaviors turn her psychic pain, which she fears is not legitimate, into physical pain, which is indisputably real”.

It is the pain, it is the pain, endures.

The most fundamental aggression to ourselves, the most fundamental harm we can do to ourselves, is to remain ignorant by not having the courage and the respect to look at ourselves honestly and gently.

In every guilty man, there is an element of innocence. This is what makes any absolute condemnation revolting. We do not think enough about pain” Albert Camus

The cross, therefore, is always ready; it awaits you everywhere. No matter where you may go, you cannot escape it, for wherever you go you take yourself with you and shall always find yourself. Turn...

There was a beautiful feeling of calm in my groin, a sense of peace so remarkable it was almost ecstasy——anyone who’ suffered bad pain and then recovered will know what I’m talking about.

Make sure your fun is not mocking someone’s pain and your enjoyment is not another’s suffering. The melody of your ears must not be the cries of a powerless.

If there is a single definition of healing it is to enter with mercy and awareness those pains, mental and physical, from which we have withdrawn in judgment and dismay. (48)

I locked the door and turned on the water to fill the tub. I made it so hot that I had to get in real slow. I wanted it to hurt; wanted my outside to...