Sometimes pain is God’s megaphone, his only way to get our attention.

I value that moral indignation. I encourage it.

Until you have stood in another woman’s stilettos, you will never begin to know the year of pain she felt breaking them in.

Looking back ten years, knowing how I feel today, I appreciate the now because in ten years I will look back and remember these days as the good days.

Depression is a disorder of mood, so mysteriously painful and elusive in the way it becomes known to the self–to the mediating intellect–as to verge close to being beyond description. It thus remains nearly incomprehensible...

Heaven may lie,but hell wont.

Thank you for the pain. At least I am no longer afraid to face it next time.

As if one’s capacity for pain had anything to do with life’s apportionment of agonies, Mr. Kimmelbrod thought. Such idiocy.

Life swings like a pendulum backward and forward between pain and boredom.

Pain is a breach in the walls of decline and stagnation.

There were times when I would sob until I shook, until my eyelids were so swollen that it pained me to open them, and through hiccoughs, trembling, I would hiss, don’t touch me! as he...

Without pain, there is no call for anger, much less rampaging.

Screaming at children over their grades, especially to the point of the child’s tears, is child abuse, pure and simple. It’s not funny and it’s not good parenting. It is a crushing, scarring, disastrous experience...

And this time as the lashes come, try to think about the pain, instead of against it, because there is not one single aspect of life, past, present, or future, that does not tear your...

We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don’t know if doing that would heal me or make...

Each heart knows its own bitterness and no one else can share its joy.

I dont know why, but I feel some pain when she knew I was writing a lot of writing for her and when she suddenly wrote one, it’s not for me. You can’t go on...

Real liberation comes not from glossing over or repressing painful states of feeling, but only from experiencing them to the full.

For every moment I smile, I’ve endured a thousand frowns

I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous. Mourning something that never was – my dashed hopes, dashed dreams, and my soured expectations.

In a sense I want the same thing that my grandfather wanted, that people should not suffer. Yet I am not like him. He remade himself so that he could live for eternity. Yet he...

You know what I like about Time. Times heals everything. As Time passes you don’t feel the hurt as much as you use to. The pain has become so light you forget it was even...

I felt like a trophy child, someone he had around to show off. It felt like it was more important that his daughter was perfect—but, I was his daughter and I was neither of those...

I emphasize this because some of my colleagues, for whose academic attainments I have great respect, argue” ‘You assume too much; this is not proved; this is not strictly scientific. We disagree with your neurology...

I, uh—,” I began oh so coherently, and then I jumped up, almost knocking himover, and raced down the dock. I took off, flying fast, like a rocket.

I love the way she feels inthe curve of my arm. I loveher unpretentious beauty,her intelligence, her nerve.But could I ever love her?The concept of falling in loveis completely foreign, somethingI can’t bring myself to...

Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.

You see, when you’re excited, your body has trouble telling the difference between pain and pleasure.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

It is strange how easy it is to remember pain.

This world rubs me raw, scours me smooth like an SOS pad put to a grease-caked skillet. And pain: it stabs and scrapes and pulls me back to earth, my final B&B, that worm-spun cot...

A spiritual hell I lived in … hating the God of love and knowing the god I served … hated me!

But that was merely an intellectual decision, taken because he knew that he ought to take it. He did not feel it. In this place you could not feel anything, except the pain and the...

The way to be really despicable is to be contemptuous of other people’s pain.

how anxiously I yearned for those I had forsaken.

She knew nothing of the massacre that went on around her, but when she released the wail of a broken hearted mother, one man heard her. The one who took her son’s life.

Life is terribly awkward and uncomfortable, so we spend our time searching for those who make it all a little less unpleasant.

I’m always more motivated by the pain of a funny character than by what makes him funny.

Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death,but genuine pain doesn’t live in the spirit,nor in the air, nor in our lives,nor on these terraces of billowing smoke.The genuine pain that keeps everything awakeis a tiny,...

I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt. – A

Why is it that people talk about death, as if it is a part of life, when it is entirely separate? Someone passes on into the never ending void, where the living aren’t allowed. We...

Because if they grow up holding on to such terrible feelings, it could lead to another war come time in the future when the fate of the country is in their hands.

I wonder if pain comes from surrendering or resisting?

Life is a chain of interrelated puzzles.Pain and Sorrow are some necessities to greater heights and people may be the architects of our woes. We may develop some hatred for such people through whom the...

I always knew death of this relation would be the death of my life.

The work gets more difficult as you get older. You learn more and you gather more experiences, there is deeper pain and higher highs.

Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.

Pain is a short-lived reign. The lesson learned from it is permanent.

I can’t stop shaking. I need you. I want you. I can’t let myself have you.