Children who are victimized through sexual abuse often begin to develop deeply held tenets that shape their sense of self: ‘My worth is my sexuality. I’m dirty and shameful. I have no right to my...

The first step to the knowledge of the wonder and mystery of life is the recognition of the monstrous nature of the earthly human realm as well as its glory, the realization that this is...

What does it take to break a person?Torturers and interrogators would be able to provide statistics. This many nights without sleep, this many needles, this much water, this voltage of current on this many occasions....

He’s wrestled the entire season with torn ligaments and tendons in his ankle. He’s had to wrestle with pain all year long. No one’s really known about it, we’ve kept it quiet, but he goes...

To act, you must know pain. You must know what it means to be in love, what it means to be rejected.

there is no action kind enough to express heartbreak. I am left shut, the quietest of blossoms.

Pain is the root of knowledge.

Pain forces even the innocent to lie.

Pain,without lovePain, I can’t get enoughPain, I like it rough cuz I’d rather feel Pain than nothing at all.You’re sick of feeling numbYou’re not the only oneI’ll take you by the hand and I’ll show...

Don’t live your life with anger and hate in your heart as you will only be hurting yourself more than the people you hate.

Remorse is the pain of sin.

She’d felt more pain from Nico in their brief connection than she had from her entire legion during the battle against the giant Polybotes.

Is suicide the last thing in live, that you can do, which makes us a human again? Is death a good way, to show the world, that I was in pain? Who would be there...

And I wished I could believe him. I wished with all that I had. And when you’re eleven, you’re on the cusp between still believing wishing worked if you wanted something hard enough and understanding...

Every man or woman who loves [God], they hate Him too, because He’s a hard God, a jealous God, He Is, what He Is, and in this world He’s apt to repay service with pain...

It’s ok to be a fool once or twice but never let it be a third time. Be smart and pretend to be a fool and at the end of the hunt make sure you’re...

Friends don’t understand how much they have hurt you,Until they experience the pain and hurt themselves.

He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.

No. I don´t think it does go away. I know it won´t for me. I will keep busy. I will distract myself. I will eventually have days when I don´t have to remind myself to...

He had made his decision. Later in life Ann would learn that when certain men made decisions no matter how much it might torture them afterwards they would stick with their decision. Men, she learned,...

Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.Mercutio: No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but ’tis enough, ’twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find...

The sweetest misery is that caused by love.

We are designed to dance. To use our bodies as weapons of grace, beauty and intrigue. We are designed to stretch until we master growth. To replace old dead cells and be physically renewed each...

Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.

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

A false love, begins with the eye and soon spills from the eye in pain. Where a true love, begins with the eye, and settles in the heart.

As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

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...