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There are worse things than pain, Miss Barrow,
He hurts. I hurt.
Sometimes it was like a deep ache, the simple act of breathing in and out.
so heavy with sorrow , so full of pain
Discomfort is sometimes what is most precious to me about great art.
There are no words for this. Like the flesh, like a prison cell, so, too, are words confining, narrow, chafing, stupid things incapable of expressing one particle of what I felt, what I feel when I see my beloved's face, when he takes me in his arms.
It hurts, as if someone took a part of me, tore it out, mercilessly stomped all over and threw it out.
It has been utterly exhausting to love you.
It'll only hurt for a second. Promise ...
His happiness was almost painful, like circulation returning to a dead leg.
How terribly unfair that his whole self aches because of the shape of a shoulder, the soft line of a hip.
Everybody hurts, sometimes.
A joy as intense as pain
Death was unpleasant, but it was a familiar and tolerable ache in his chest.
I ache not from need -
but from my heart's gluttony of you.
He embraced the ache. It reminded him that Amanda was real. For the first time in his life, he knew exactly what he was aching for.
Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness
And the infinite tenderness shattered you like a jar.
Say this is what the pain made of you:
an open, open, open road,
an avalanche of feel it all.
When you make pain look this good it never wears out.
Every heart, it have its own ache.
The more she loved, the more she ached.
Ann: How my heart has ached. How empty I have felt. How I've ached to hold my two babies.
uncomfortable like this,' the
Fill all thy bones with aches.
He loves me so much it makes me ache.
One never really knew just how taxing pain was till one was free of it and could feel the difference.
Pain can be a beautiful thing.
Anyone who has to write an obituary for me one day will probably say, 'She did absolute depths of agony really well.' I'm not, however, an unhappy person.
Anger... agony... so familiar emotions.
Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word, And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded bird.
I had never imagined that happiness could hurt so much.
That's the ting about pain. It demands to be felt.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains
Even the loveliest shoulders can bear but so much.
I wouldn't mind pain if it didn't hurt so much.
The ache for anything is a thick dust in the heart.
Sometimes the world is so beautiful it hurts.
Everybody feels pain
The ache became longing, longing became nostalgia, nostalgia became fondness, and after a while he could see the funny side of it. A long while.
Pain is such an uncomfortable feeling that even a tiny amount of it is enough to ruin every enjoyment.
It hurts to see anybody in pain, if you've got any kind of heart.
He must be suffering, too. She had noted the weary sag of his shoulders, the quivering lips, the tear- filled eyes. Somehow she had never thought of him as hurting- of being capable of understanding how she felt.
Brilliantly, ecstatically, irrepressibly. This is the way to burn
I ache and I think the only thing that will stop it is you f%#king me into the mattress."
"Okay, no more porn for you." Ray crawled onto the bed between Piper's thighs.
Piper snickered.
Pain is a debt paid off with time.
Are you hurt?"
"Absolutely," I said. "Especially in my everywhere.
Sometimes feeling nothing hurts the most.
I feel nothing but the accursed happiness I have dreaded all my life long: the happiness that comes as life goes, the happiness of yielding and dreaming instead of resisting and doing, the sweetness of the fruit that is going rotten.
Everything - and I mean everything - fucking hurts. I feel as if I've been trampled. By elephants. Carrying wrestlers. Overweight wrestlers.
The loveliest creations of men are persistently painful. What would be the description of happiness?
Words fail me, but not feeling. The feeling never fails me.
It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.
Tears don't hurt like the ache does.
It looks as though it hurt."
"It did."
"Did you cry?"
His fists clenched involuntarily at his sides. "Yes!"
Jenny walked back around to face him, pointed chin lifted and slanted eyes wide and bright. "So did I," she said softly. "Every day since they took ye away.
For the longest time, it felt kind of like my chest was cracking open, but not precisely in an unpleasant way.
One must endure without losing tenderness.
I feel the pain - everywhere.
I am a tender-hearted person, and I feel everything to the ninth degree.
The wind makes you ache in some place that is deeper than your bones.
Never was keener anguish lavished upon a thing more charming or more delicate.
There were aches that couldn't be medicated. I guessed there were just some things that had to be felt.
O aching time! O moments big as years!
Not to cause you pain but to let you know the abundant love that I have for you.
Does your hip hurt much?" "Only when I laugh or fart,
Everything that matters hurts, until it doesn't matter anymore.
I feel too much. It's like being drummed to death from within. You know?
She had never experienced the pain of unsatisfied desire before. It hurt. It hurt like nothing she'd ever felt, and there seemed to be no remedy.
Old pain is an anchor.
No pain is unbearable except that of regret.
There's ache in her arms and ache in her legs and heart. But on her face is the beauty of the morning.
It's only now that I realize that there are degrees of agony. That pain can range from devastating to soul-shattering.
Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you can not bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain.
Stiff shoulders humped over the writing-table, and the ache of a heart slow to move. A tortoise heart.
It's going to hurt until it doesn't anymore.
Her beauty took one's breath away, like a sudden pain.
You'll ache. And you're going to love it. It will crush you. And you're still going to love all of it.
Waiting for your
answer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. At
least let me know whether or not I hurt you.
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone
But now and then, beneath the outer numbness, something stirred, like a living pain waiting for the anesthetic to wear away.
Her heart began to ache, and she felt the numbness slip away. Misery welled up inside her. She clamped down on it, trying to hold onto the deadness that had blanketed her emotions for the past few days.
The feeling of pain never leaves. With every beat of my heart, I am reminded that it remains. It festers within me like an infection. Life's antibiotic for pain associated with how we feel is communication.
Love was like a toothache.
Ever hurt so bad you want to scream ... or scream so much it hurts.
Pain is annoying and unnecessary, like getting an e-mail in all caps. It's like a six-year-old who alerts you every fifteen seconds that he wants Hungry Hungry Hippos for his birthday. Yes, I understand. Message received.
Awareness hurts. Relationships hurts. Life hurts. But to float, to drift, to live in the dream does not hurt.
What is it?" I asked breathlessly.
"I love you so much. Sometimes it hurts."
"I don't want it to hurt, Clay. Our love should make you feel wonderful.
I feel like a rock being skipped through the ocean - pain, relief, pain again, relief again, eventually destined to sink.
It has been an ache and a joy both to look over this big shoulder of mine at all my yesterdays.
Don't ask me what it means; ask me what it felt.Felt-- Jill Telford
My feelings were big, sad, comfortless, of a thinking animal, my heart acting like an orb filled too big for my chest, not from revulsion, which I have to say I didn't feel, but over-all general misery.
Pain is only imagination
He was gripped by what he could think of only as numbness, though he knew it was a feeling compounded of emotions so deep and intense that they could not be acknowledged because they could not be lived with.
This is why it hurts the way it hurts.
You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.
You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much
I won't feel. . . But that was impossible. She couldn't help feeling.
It hurts to love wide open stretching the muscles ... It hurts to thwart the reflexes of grab, of clutch; to love and let go again and again.
...pain that would have made even a god shiver in terror.
I perfectly feele even at my fingers end.
Tenderness is the repose of passion.
Today's word was interminable, meaning never-ending. Like his loneliness. Like the love he felt for Kate. Like the awful hurt that wouldn't go away.
I feel an unhappiness which almost dismembers me, and at the same time am convinced of its necessity