Not untill all babies are born from glass jars will the combat cease between mother and son. But in a totalitarian future that has removed procreation from woman’s hands, there will also be no affect...

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I love you Bonnie. So much that I hurt with it. And I hate it, and I love it, and I want it to go away, and i want it to stay forever….

t’s not what others have said that hurt us the most. It’s the lies we believed about ourselves that caused us the most pain and hurt.

The pain wants to eat me away. I wish I could have one without the other, but that’s the problem with being alive. You don’t usually get to choose the measure of suffering or the...

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.

Thoughts guide you everyday. They become your choices. If you’re not happy with your life, change your thoughts. Think more positive.

You can only trust your emotions as you can lie to yourself with your brain but not your heart.

We are not strong enough to stand up against endless grief, And yet pain is the constant drone of life. So if we are to have any happiness at all, it is only in the...

I touched the moon last night;a golden glow beyond my grasp.Eons before me it rested there.It will remain when I am dust.My hand now glows from the embrace.Voices echo through nights past,and with the glow,...

Strongest pain often gives the deepest pleasure.

Life would go out in a ‘fraction of a second’ (that was the phrase), but all night he had been realizing that time depends on clocks and the passage of light. There were no clocks...

Pain seems to be easier, or melancholy seems to be easier to portray in a character. I don’t know if that’s because I’m a human being or because I’m an Irishman or both.

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

As a poet there is something about joy I find hard to express, whereas every other emotion is rather simple. For instance, you never feel so bad that you can’t describe how bad you feel,...

Eve continued with the inexorable process of dying, Zoe spent too much time with her grandparents, and Denny and I worked at slowing the beating of our hearts so we wouldn’t feel so much pain.

But all lost things are in the angels’ keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth’s little pain Make Good Together there we can...

Complaining is a vain way of explaining pain without gaining relief. Keep complains distances away from you.

The girl I used to love is no longer a girl, and this saddens me more than our separation. It puts my own mortality vividly on display, in contrast to my eternally youthful memories.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

Isn’t it amazing that we’ll cause ourselves more pain by thinking about, and avoiding something we’re afraid of, or something we know we must deal with, but don’t want to face? The best thing you...

There are people who are destined to taste only the poison in things, for whom any surprise is a painful surprise and any experience a new occasion for torture. if someone were to say to...

There’s a cushion but it doesn’t prevent the fall. It eases the pain but it’s not the same as having the stability of a successful company.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,And Mourners to and froKept treading – treading – till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated,A Service, like a Drum – Kept...

The only way past the pain is through it. Pain, grief, anger, misery…they don’t go away–they just increase and compound and get worse. You have to live through them, acknowledge them. You have to give...

I must fling myself down and writhe; I must strive with every piece of force I possess; I bruise and batter myself against the floor, the walls; I strain and sob and exhaust myself, and...

It’s only a heartache. It isn’t a tragedy. A tragedy would be losing the father of my children to cancer. This I wrestle with the hardest. There are thirty-one flavors of pain, like Baskin Robbins...

He could hardly lay still. That’s how much pain he was in.

Postponed pain is among the most abominable kind to experience.

The more enchanted the idyll, greater must be the pain of its ending.

This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or suffering. But being a poem, not a lifetime, it is more compressed.

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

I was desensitized to all the pain, even though essentially it was always all around me.

And that is why a dog can go to the vet and have a really big operation and have metal pins sticking out of its leg but if it sees a cat it forgets that...

You know he’s not in pain.

If you aren’t in the moment, you are either looking forward to uncertainty, or back to pain and regret.

Magnus had come to a horrible realization. One that he knew would cause him nothing but pain and suffering from that day forward.But there was no changing the truth of it.He had fallen in love...

With each teardrop; pain hits the floor

Samuel understood at last why this being hated men and women so much: he hated them because they were so like himself, because the worst of the was mirrored in them. He was the source...

If Messenger would be to open his mouth right now, his voice would be a terrible wound.

Ann: How my heart has ached. How empty I have felt. How I’ve ached to hold my two babies.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND YOUWhen I hold a rose,I see the soft, velvety petalsand smile, becausetucked betweenthose precious petalsis a special gift -the one of a fragrance,pure and sweet.When you hold a rose,you see...

She knew this pain would fade again; like a sunburn, it would heal itself and leave her slightly more protected from the glare.

I know my pain threshold. I’m fine, … It’s come down to that point where you got to suck up a lot of stuff.

She knows the truth can cause a sharp pain behind your eyes and that love sometimes feels like a fist around your throat.

Like many people whose lives had formed around a particularly painful incident, she had grown used to providing ellipses around the event of her brother’s death to keep conversations comfortable. At some point the subconscious...

Pain is all relative.

I almost resent the whole fashion thing. Good God- never wearing the same thing twice and all of those things. It’s a pain in the ass.

Every pain is repeated in other places and other lives, every joy is repeated in other places and other lives.