Well I’m in pain, aren’t I?

My wails of sorroware tormenting my soul

It’s not miraculous, but it soothes the pain.

Some seeksolace inwhiskey,I drown mysorrowsin ink.

I like pain. I like when it lingers. It reminds a person of what they’ve lived through.

She has been surprised by grief, its constancy, its immediacy, its unrelenting physical pain.

Put all your pain on a piece of paper, write it all down, every experience, every ache, every hurtful moment. Then take a match, and set fire to that piece of paper. All the hurt...

Pain is slight if opinion has added nothing to it; … in thinking it slight, you will make it slight. Everything depends on opinion. It is according to opinion that we suffer. A man is...

With great love comes occasions of pain. You can’t skip the pain; without it, you would never know what a precious thing love is. You wouldn’t know to hang onto it. You wouldn’t know to...

The best remedy for people who have become your headache is to take a ‘chill pill’ from your willingness to endure their misery.

Pain is weakness leaving the body

Bitterness and resentment are a bottomless well. They can only be healed by the phenomenon of someone else’s sorrow rising to your level of pain… it never happens – save yourself endless hurt.

I am sure that music was never meant to sound this harsh, this painful.

I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories which can lessen the pain at losing a person you have...

Get on your feet or die.

All pain seemed to come with lots of blood, and lots of mental anguish, too. I already knew about that. Maybe that was the worst kind of pain, because nobody knew about it but you.

It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never...

Call me infidel, call me atheist, call me what you will, I intend so to treat my children, that they can come to my grave and truthfully say: ‘He who sleeps here never gave us...

Oh, Mercédès, I have spoken your name with sighs of melancholy, with groans of pain and with the croak of despair. I have spoken it frozen with cold, huddled on the straw of my dungeon....

Men broke into their homes, killed their families, threatened you–and you won’t let them do anything for fear you’ll be hurt. That’s selfish. How would you like it if I took your bow and said...

Do not Forget PAIN, You Endure in it’s presence!!

I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I’d ever known.

Suicide is a hasty unresolved death that slowly kills those close-by day by day.

Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love.

intolerable compliment.” Over a sketch made idly to amuse a child, an artist may not take much trouble: he may be content to let it go even though it is not exactly as he meant...

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...

Healing is a different type of pain. It’s the pain of becoming aware of the power of one’s strength and weakness, of one’s capacity to love or do damage to oneself and to others, and...

Wherefore is there ice and snow, chilling winds and bitter nights? Is it to mock the earth for its sunshine? No, not so! We forget that sunlight is impossible without shadows; that for every day...

Pain is the clarion of aliveness trumpeting that you are living in the marvelous tender cause of life!

If you can honor yourself and be real about your discomfort and pain, then your happiness will be just as real.

Accepting our pain is a way to say we treasure the sacred gift of life — run to your pain.

If pain is a pot of boiling water, humor can be the rising steam.

Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it’s unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we cannot go to: the one we love. So...

The parts of me that hurt the worst want me to write something for them, but I can’t. I don’t know what to say. I’m lost in all this sadness, and so are they.

Zaznał pełnych litości spojrzeń, zająknień, współczującego kiwania głową, doświadczył niby to solidarnych męskich uścisków i niby to kamrackich walnięć w bark. Nasłuchał się apeli, by się trzymał i był twardym. Powodujących, że od razu miękł...

Emily woke to shadows and their voices. They looked different today, because the entire world hurt. The numbness had worn off sometime between sleep and awake, and she was seeing red. The shadows on the...

La parfum de mille roses ne plaît qu’un instant ; mais la douleur que cause une seule de leurs épines dure longtemps après sa piqûre.

I want to escape from myself. For when I do start up and stare myself seedily in the face, as happens to be my case at present, my blankness is inconceivable–indescribable–my misery amazing.

Pain is a symphony – a complex response that includes not just a distinct sensation but also motor activity, a change in emotion, a focusing of attention, a brand-new memory.

You can wait as long as you like, pretty one, it won’t make any difference. He will never see you as anything more than some victim he has to protect. Why he thinks it his...

If Christ is God, He cannot sin, and if suffering was a sin in and by itself, He could not have suffered and died for us. However, since He took the most horrific death to...

I also wanted you to realize that even though the pain will always be there, I’m living proof you can get past this. Right now I know it feels impossible, but one day you’ll look...

If you accept the pain, it cannot hurt you.

Everyone gets broken. Everyone. Some grow stronger in those breaks. Others never recover.

I’ve never formally trained for pain management, but I have a good understanding of how to conquer it. I just analyze the pain, feel it in the moment, and then mentally become numb to it.

how long is forever when you can stop the time for a while to see…the sunrise?

Pride is born as a mountaintop on a valley, but dies as an abyss in which it is too deep and too dark to see the better.

Some injuries can only be cured by our creator. We can try to hide them but the pain is too deep. These are the moments in every human’s life that we seek for a cure,...

When you look at pain as material it makes all the difference in the world. I thought, the pain that is too big to be eased by its use as material would be a pain...

When you complain, you explain pain for no gain. Endure and balance yourself through the pain, be hopeful and persist to the end.