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Pain Quotes


"Sometimes the pain is a startling breach that hobbles your entire soul, dreadful losses that rupture your perceived reality. Pain so visceral and unrelenting that even death itself can begin to look like a welcomed and kind benefactor."


"I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes. Remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to."


"But Claire had long ago realized, even after those constant dreams of her mother leaving faded away, that when you are abandoned as a child, you are never able to forget that people are capable of leaving, even if they never do."


"It had been so silent in the wake of that commotion, a kind of potent silence that seemed to contain everything. The songs of the birds and the creak of the trees. The dying snow and the unseen gurgling water. The glimmering sun. The certain sky. The gun that didn't have a bullet in its chamber. And the mother. Always the mother. The one who would never come to me."


"I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. 'Is this okay?' I whisper. 'Are you okay?'His reply is anguished. Honest. 'I love you."


"All desirable things... are desirable either for the pleasure inherent in themselves, or as a means to the promotion of pleasure and the prevention of pain."


"There's a club, if you'd like to goYou could meet somebody who really loves you.'So you go, and you stand on your ownAnd you leave on your ownAnd you go home, and you cryAnd you want to die."


"The tears creat havoc which stays on the eyelid ."


"The vocabulary of pleasure depends on the imagery of pain."


"How ya doing? Gabby's face came into view, and she grinned down at me. She'd stopped doing her healing thing, and the pain rushed in.'I'm just peachy, I quipped, throat scratchy. 'Only hurts when I breathe or blink or exist, if I'm being honest."


"Yeah, you lose this attitude, I can help you work that hurt out.Who was this man? He held onto his tragedy for seventeen fucking years, how could he stand there and tell mehe could help me work through mine?'Really, Joe? Like you helped me work out my grief at losing Tim? I asked sarcastically.'That's not what I was offerin', buddy, but you want it like that I'll give it to you.'You're unbelievable, I snapped.'I'm yours.That socked me in the gut too, so hard it winded me and all I could do was stare up at him.Taking advantage, his face dipped close and his hands curled around both sides of my head.'First fuckin' time you smiled at me in my bed, that's when it happened, he murmured."


"This is me, a sinner on whom the Lord has turned his gaze. And this is what I said when they asked me if I would accept my election as pontiff. I am a sinner, but I trust in the infinite mercy and patience of our Lord Jesus Christ, and I accept in a spirit of penance."


"If your tears have lost the ability to hide your pain... why shedding them?"


"Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips: for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love."


"Failure is information encased in a shell of pain."


"What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand.I felt like I had swallowed yeast, like whatever evil was festering inside me had doubled in size."


"April and May were painful, lonely months for me because I couldn't talk to you. I never knew that spring could be so painful and lonely. Better to have three Februaries than a spring like this."


"Into the silence rips a sound that makes me let go of Max's hand and cover my ears. It is like the strafe of a bullet, nails on a chalkboard, promises being broken. It's a note I have never heard - this chord of pure pain - and it takes a moment to realize it is coming from me."


"Truth be told, loneliness had seeped into her bones with the passing of time until it had become her normal way of life."


"I wonder if pain comes from surrendering or resisting?"


"Truly there are different kinds of pain. But the most agonizing is the pain of regret, for which there is no lasting relief and no remedy."
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