Trust opens the door that pain had sealed shut.

To people who think I’m happy, just look again; the scars of my past will lead you to a place no one knows, a place no other person can imagine, a place that echoes with...

Some attribute had departed from her, the permanence of which had been essential to keep her a woman. Such is frequently the fate, and such the stern development, of the feminine character and person, when...

Those old Appalachian singers use a falsetto sometimes. They can change their voices to sound high or low or really scratchy. When you’re singing, usually you’re trying to express some kind of pain or joy....

Ain’t nothing wrong with a little crew love!” True mocked her.

And I suffered you and gave you all my pieces

Part of avoiding thoughts about something was not encouraging opportunities for that something to makes itself felt.

We are faithful as long as we love, but youdemand faithfulness of a woman without love, and the giving ofherself without enjoyment. Who is cruel there–woman or man?

The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that...

She was capable of causing me pain, but no longer any joy. Pain alone kept my wearisome attachment alive.

You cannot change what is to be. You have to stay out of it. No matter how much it pains you.

Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember nothing stays the same for long, not even pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

My mediocrity is no secret; My battles with it are

—I won’t go about to argue the point with you,—’tis so,—and I am persuaded of it, madam, as much as can be, “That both man and woman bear pain or sorrow, (and, for aught I...

Time didn’t heal, but it anesthetized. The human mind could only feel so much.

But pain’s like water. It finds a way to push through any seal. There’s no way to stop it. Sometimes you have to let yourself sink inside of it before you can learn how to...

It hurts to see your loved one in pain, but it hurts more to see you cannot do anything about this pain.

And yet it takes only the smallest pleasure or pain to teach us time’s malleability.

Once fallen in true love, a person can’t really fall out of it, no matter what. How much ever you try to hate your better half, you’ll end up falling more instead. Some part of...

…there’s something magical about a mask, but I have never worn one – I want you to see my pain and know how your love affects me…

It is painful for the plant which is myself to live in the atmosphere and light of this world. Somewhere an element is lacking which would permit me to continue.

EMTs learned to love brave patients–they weren’t nearly such a pain in the ass as the whiners–but not to trust them. In the name of courage, they would hide symptoms, not ask for help when...

When a person screams in pain, the actual pain is only half the noise they make. The other half is the terror at being forced to accept that they exist.

There is a point when the anguished soul finally despairs. A moment in life when the heart, the will, even the spirit crumbles. Some say that after much grief and drowning in tears, it is...

Feelings and stories of unworthiness and shame are perhaps the most binding element in the trance of fear. When we believe something is wrong with us, we are convinced we are in danger. Our shame...

Suffering does not only insulate. It drops its victim in an ocean desert where he sees men as distant ships passing. I not only feel alone, but very far away from you all.

That’s life for you,” said MacDunn. “Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever...

I must believe that it is easier when it isn’t a struggle to take every breath, when it isn’t torture to live every day, when it doesn’t hurt to see the new sun rise. I...

When I get lemon juice in a cut..it hurts..but then I remember all who would die for that lemon I am quiet and take the pain for what it is… because that is what it...

One of the greatest pains to human nature is the pain of a new idea.

What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first… it’s amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until...

It’s good. It’s not an issue. There is no pain.

Poetry and beautyare born out of pain.This is their glory,this is our gain.

A sight to touch e’en hatred’s self with pity.

once upon a time I would’ve killed to feel numb, like I do now. I would have reveled in the abyss of emptiness that fills my heart. the fear of the unknown would’ve made me...

The pain is bad magicians ripping off good ones, doing magic badly, and making a mockery of the art.

When you feel life is tough.. take a trip around a nearby hospital and all your worries will start looking smaller.

I feel like we have to deal with things, so we realize change! Change comes after pain and pain comes after truth. Truth is hurtful.

Reaching the summit of K2 was an incredible experience, but I would trade it in a heartbeat to have Dan back.

He’s pain-free so we’re fairly confident that he’ll certainly be right by the first round, but hopefully be able to get one or two practice matches in.

This book is written in a barren period of loss with an attempt to move forward towards substance.

The world now follows a zoo culture where in the weaker ones are caged and the stronger ones watch playfully –

God’s warriors don’t avoid conflict. They fight through it with communication and a positive outlook.

When confronted with challenge,I discover my inner strength.

I’ve stopped talking because there’s really nothing left to say and there’s this piercing sort of pain where my heart is.

Caidi to Jacin: “Do you know why I love you?”Jacin: “No.”Caidi: “Because you love so big, even when you don’t want to. Because you can’t help it. And because you need it back, but you...

I guess I always knew there was something wrong with me, but I thought it was because of my father, or my mother, and the pain they bequeathed to me like a family heirloom, handed...

I’ve read de Sade, and Anaïs Nun, and Gravity’s Rainbow, and the Story of O. First you have to have pleasure—then pain.

Without pain, there would be no suffering, without suffering we would never learn from our mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows, without it, there is no way...

I wish there was some method to transform all the agony in my imprudent heart to an energy source. It would have lit up the world till eternity!!!