My distant but always a close friend, the loss of a mother is always painful for her children, I am beside you in this hour of grief. Life can be a stepmother , really severe!...

I know that suffering is one place where He ministers to us the most. So to think that we’ve had our quota would be foolish. I am just longing for the day when all the...

She had thought she’d already reached her capacity for pain and had no room inside her for more. But she remembered having told Archer once that you could not measure love on a scale of...

Sometimes it takes great suffering to pierce the soul and open it up to greatness

The darkness was memory.

sometime am feeling proud to have ma loneliness but, sometime am so feeling lonely.

The pain is what you make of it. You have to find something in it that yields. I understood my guiding imperative as: keep bleeding, but find some love in the blood.

Why the Romans, Father?” I asked him one afternoon. “Because, my child, they teach us how to bear suffering in a world of injustice where all faith is dead,” he answered.

God gives urge, urge gives pleasure, pleasure gives pains, pains gives fruits, fruits gives trees, trees die and go to hell!

Say it.””Don’t do this to me…” I whispered painfully. “We can’t do this again.””You’re a horrible liar,” Eli growled as he pressed his fingers into my thighs. He watched me, his gaze all-consuming, and said,...

Let’s use our stories to encourage listening to one another and to hear not just the good news, but also the pain that lies at the back of a lot of people’s stories and histories.

So they can feel alive,” Scatty said.

We may have agreed to end it kitty , but that didnt inlcude being warm and kind to me as a human

I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all.

—Mira, no entiendo todo lo que hemos pasado juntos, lo que significa todo esto. Pero lo que sí sé… —Se enjuga una lágrima de la cara—, lo que sé es que algún día lo echaré...

my soul has shadows – nooks and crannies where griefs, like cobwebs, collect

After being hurt by the world so much, they began to see the demons within humans. So without hiding it through trickery, they worked to express it.

He loves me. But I love you. But you love her. It’s always that way, isn’t it? You’re willing to wait for her just like I’m willing to wait for you… just like he’s willing...

Have you ever thought, thought your heart would break? Wished you could cut open your chest tear it out to stop the pain? Why don´t you riot like everyone else. I don’t care, life’s too...

My pain builds like storm clouds―massive, dark, and heavy with teardrops. Moisture falls torrential as if my world is a violent, eternal downpour; however, at long last the source runs dry and the bitter storm...

The pain of an injury is over in seconds. Everything that comes after is the pain of getting well.” He gave her a heartfelt look, full of apology. “I’d forgotten that you see. Coming back...

Staring into the mirror, I was surprised to see a haunted look in my brown eyes. There was pain there, pain and loss that even the nicest dress and makeup couldn’t hide.

Some boys walk by and you cry, seeing them. They feel good, they look good, they are good. Oh, they’re not above peeing off a bridge, or stealing an occasional dime-store pencil sharpener; it’s not...

Compared to dancing, films seemed to me to be the work of lay bums. There was no physical pain; it was enough to say and imagine what was in the script. It was very easy...

Did you really want to die?””No one commits suicide because they want to die.””Then why do they do it?””Because they want to stop the pain.

Thanks To Those People Who Give A Taste Of Right Ways.

Chamara. What is the word that comes closest to it? Soo-Ja wondered. To stand it, to bear it, to grit your teeth and not cry out? To hold on, to wait until the worst is...

I would bear it for her if I could.People say that and hardly mean it. I, however, do mean it. But time given to wishing for what can’t be is not only spent, but wasted,...

Lydia: Strange how you always remember the pain someone gave you, but seldom the hurt you caused them.

Everything seems different now. The room I am in looks no more familiar to me than it did this morning when I woke up and stumbled into it, trying to find the kitchen, desperate for...

They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast of light in the windows, and they did not think of leaving.

What God knows about me is more important than what others think about me.

Loss is a knife, constantly cutting, but over time the blade dulls, and the cuts aren’t as sharp. It’s always there in the drawer, but you realize it doesn’t cut as deeply anymore.

Not many people understood the inherent pain of a career in heroics. Your body aches from the demands of day-to-day protection. Your mind whirs with the things you did wrong, the ways you could’ve done...

I am happy not because I am without pain, but because I know I am not that pain.

Everything you experience is a blessing and pushes you toward realizing your true self.

You don’t usually think of boredom as something similar to pain. That’s because you’ve only been exposed to it in relatively small doses. You don’t know its true colour. The difference between the boredom you...

Nothing says hell has to be fire.

People who were dying: their minds always raced past whatever was being said, and still the pain went faster, leapfrogging ahead.

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

When a husband loses his wife, they call him a widower. When a wife loses her husband, they call her a widow. And when somebody’s parents die, they call them an orphan. But there is...

Sometimes a little discomfort in the beginning can save a whole lot of pain down the road.

Sebastian tapped his index finger on the polished wood thoughtfully. Yes, it was a universal truth: some things once broken were broken forever—like trust. It might be patched up and smoothed over, but it would...

(…) 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...

True resistance begins with people confronting pain… and wanting to do something to change it.

I hate you. I wish you was dead.”Mrs. Carey gasped. He said the words so savagely that it gave her quite a start. She had nothing to say. She sat down in her husband’s chair; and...

Your past is like a bag of bricks; set it down and walk away. Quit collecting every painful word, memory and mistake. Collect hope.

People, he thought, were as hungry for a sight of joy as he had always been–for a moment’s relief from that gray load of suffering which seemed so inexplicable and unnecessary. He had never been...

We are never taught more deeply and more truthfully than by pain.

The moment you realize your eyes hurt not because of rubbing them, but because of the tears you wasted, on him.