Pain Quotes
I've seen the slip a few times. I don't have to watch something like that to go through the pain again and again and again.
The work of a science blogger is largely comprised of correcting and criticizing bad science news reporting.
The athlete knows the day will never come when he wakes up pain-free. He has to play hurt.
Anything that draws attention to ourselves through pain-free or artificial means is a manifestation of Resistance.
Writing is not about making a buck, not about publishers and agents. Writing is not about feeling good. Writing is about pain, suffering, hard work, risk, and fear.
Sometimes being fooled by love is worth the price. At least you know you're alive and capable of feeling, even if all you end up with is chest pain.
When compassion wakes up in us, we find ourselves more willing to become vulnerable, to take the risk of entering the pain of others.
Whenever there was a crisis, I found a man to help me take the edge off the feelings of helplessness and pain.
But once in a great while he remembered that he had felt pain, a terrible ache in his heart, and he swore he would never let himself feel love for a human again.
Gide and I have attained such perfect intellectual communion that I experience the appropriate labor pains for every thought he gives birth to!
The anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.
Just give him the medicine!" I scream at her. "Give it to him! Who are you, anyway, to decide how much pain he can stand!
I drink in his wholeness, the soudness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks.
When pain has been constant, it has its own momentum and laws. The vital thing is to break its ascendancy over the mind.
Dedication to goodness-dedication in response to an inner moral mandate rather than external restraint-was both the antidote to the pain and the source of great happiness.
Nothing can relieve the pain. Not crying, laughing, screaming, begging. Nothing can change the past.
And I know how he feels—it’s so good it hurts. I think I’m going to die from happiness. I think I’m going to die from pain. Time has stopped; time is racing.
The thing that comes most frequently to me on yoga retreats is excruciating pain in my hips.
We speak the love language, they speak from pain and anguish. Some don't love theyselves, so they perception is tainted.
Dwelling on pain, spending too much time immersed in it, tasting its flavors, fingering its textures--this makes it only more potent.
The things that make me cry are when the people I love have gone through pain and I’ve seen it.
My mother always says that fear and pain are immediate, and that, when they're gone we're left with the concept, but not the true memory.
The pain was so deep and so raw. There were days I would have died just to forget. The problem was, I couldn't figure out how to get her out of my mind. How do you kill that kind of pain?
Sometimes people come and they have so much pain and confusion in their eyes... what to do? A few words is a little bit of balm but doesn't really solve the deep disease within.
The training of a Mord-Sith takes years - to learn to handle the pain. I guess it's also why only women are Mord-Sith, men are too weak.
The pain that we feel when we are making love with someone is that we know it will end. It's that paradoxical response of joy and suffering.
In Anglo-Saxon countries the prostitutes look as if they purveyed, along with sin, the attendant pains of hell.
Few spirits are made better by the pain and languor of sickness; as few great pilgrims become eminent saints.
The same fire" (which he decides to be material) " torments the damned in hell and the just in purgatory...The least pain in purgatory exceeds the greatest in this life.
With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.
Thought, true labor of any kind, highest virtue itself, is it not the daughter of Pain?
Man's feeble race what ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
The applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
I cannot but think that he who finds a certain proportion of pain and evil inseparably woven up in the life of the very worms, will bear his own share with more courage and submission.
I am not afraid of the priests. They have tried upon me all their various batteries, of pious whining, hypocritical canting, lying and slandering, without being able to give me one moment of pain.
Be assured that it gives much more pain to the mind to be in debt, than to do without any article whatever which we may seem to want.
Pain? He could handle that, no problem; it was the idea that the female he loved was suffering that made him want to either punch something or vomit in the corner.
She wanted to feel him pound away her fears, a hammer to smash through all her guilt and pain and emptiness.
