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To a sensitive being, pity is not seldom pain.
I was never sure what Grimace was or why he was named after a pained facial expression.
That which is painful sharpens one's love.
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
He suffered," added Athos softly. "But not like you." He brought his mouth closer. "No one suffers as beautifully as you." There it was, in the corner of Holland's mouth, the crease of his eye. Anger. Pain. Defiance. Athos smiled, victorious.
Tenderness is the repose of passion.
Life fades in the presence of pain.
I tried like hell to hide how painful this was, how much my heart was breaking, how much it hurt to breathe.
Ow!" said Horace as the Ranger's fingers probed and poked around the bruise.
Did that hurt?" Halt asked, and Horace looked at him with exasperation.
Of course it did," he said sharply. "That's why I said 'ow!
Pain is only imagination
If you are pained by any external thing, it is not this thing that disturbs you, but your own judgment about it. It is in your power to erase this judgment about it. If anything in your own nature gives you pain, you are who hinders you from correcting your opinion.
Pain makes people who they are.
Grief is like a splinter deep into every fingertip; to touch anything is torture.
It hurts when you have to smile and you don't want to smile, but the best thing to do is to smile.
Remorse weeps tears of blood.
Be proud of your pain, for you are stronger than those with none.
Excruciating agony makes me cranky.
The anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.
Please, Sir, make it hurt.
Only through pain can you be sure of the truth
Things only hurt more when you can see them.
Pain will force even the truthful to speak falsely
Sorrow makes an ugly face odious.
...my soul bleeding tears of anguish
Only think of me and what I'm doing. There is intimacy in pain esclave. Let me make your pain my pleasure.
Pain demands to be felt.
Wincing, Celaena slumped next to Rowan on the bench, and swore viciously at the pain in her leg, her face, her arms. Swore at the pain in the ass sitting right next to her.
Everything beautiful hurts.
Agony sometimes changes
form
but
it never ceases for
anybody.
There smites nothing so sharp, nor smelleth so sour as shame.
One moment of pain is worth a lifetime of glory.
It hurts to see anybody in pain, if you've got any kind of heart.
I can handle pain.
My wails of sorrow
are tormenting my soul
When words are too heavy for the mouth, the soul weeps in agony
The pain was greater than the shame
The laugh tagged on the end of it is forced as well. I smile fractionally. Edged with old pain, but there's a strange comfort to the way it hurts.
Pain is something to master, not to wallow in.
All pain deserves to be felt
Let go of the pain.
If you could kill a man by frowning at his back, the Breaker of Swords would have fallen bloody through the Last Door that day, but a frown is no blade, and Thorn's hatred cut no one but her.
The flinch is your real opponent, and information won't help you fight it. It's behind every unhappy marriage, every hidden vice, and every unfulfilled life. Behind the flinch is pain avoidance, and dealing with pain demands strength you may not think you have.
There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry.
The worst pain in the world is shame.
When the pain comes, you know what I do? I smile.
If we must suffer, let us suffer nobly.
Pain is beyond reason, an obliterating giant stupidity to which all your history of jokes and nuance and ideas and caresses is nothing, simply nothing.
It is when suffering finds a voice and
sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us.
There are kinds of pain that you can't speak out loud.
You should welcome pain; it is the greatest motivator in life.
Ignore your pain at your peril. Your most potent lessons are often wrapped within its uncomfortable embrace ...
Nothing can make you more humble than pain.
With each teardrop; pain hits the floor
Dear God,
I hurt. Please hold me.
Amen
The most important parts of your life will be marked by pain.
More grievous than tears is the sight of them.
No pain is unbearable except that of regret.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Life demands discomfort and pain.
To be, I must endure the pain.
Pain is temporarily, but pride last forever
Pain is universal... yet personal
Pain is to be endured. It ends or it does not.
Whenever we condemn, we cloak the world in pain.
Even though it hurt, there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.
Words spoken in pain could be far crueler than the speaker really intended.
-Bound
Let's be the people who look at the hurting until we hurt with them. No hurrying past, turning away, or shifting of eyes. No pretending or glossing over. Let's look at the face until we see the person.
Pain has a flavor.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly
There is an aching that is worse than any pain.
The body knows no pain, not like the soul. At least a nerve has limits, a body part a name. But the soul ... the soul ... There is no bandage, even crying is in vain.
Do not be such a baby," he jeered, tugging my hands free.
"It hurts!" I howled.
"Of course it does." He laughed. "It hurt me too. Did you think becoming a vampire was easy? Get used to the pain. Much of it lies ahead.
Isaac: "It hurts me when you cry."
Senna: "I'm crying, but I don't feel anything,"
Isaac: "Yes, I know. That's what hurts me the most.
was one of those awful moments where you have no control over your reaction, when the pain is too exposed to hide.
The person who grieves suffers his passion to grow upon him; he indulges it, he loves it; but this never happens in the case of actual pain, which no man ever willingly endured for any considerable time.
When you cause pain to those weaker than you, the guilt turns to loathing. Into a most secret and profound loathing, for we can never name it as such. We explain it away in other terms, but we, and we alone, know it to be the most animal of all hatreds: our hatred of weakness.
Self-inflicted misery smirks under its crown of thorns.
I grimaced. Only I could manage to cut myself with a knife on the same arm that was wielding it.
Where a blood relation sobs, an intimate friend should choke up, a distant acquaintance should sigh, a stranger should merely fumble sympathetically with his handkerchief.
Pain is an outcry of sin.
Heart-rending anxiousness flickers in the quirk of Brayden's lips, the set of his eyebrows, the tenderness hurting more than the violence.
Everybody hurts, sometimes.
If you lie to yourself about your own pain, you will be killed by those who will claim you enjoyed it.
The sharp, superficial pain at being spoken to unkindly had obscured the deeper pain, which had not yet turned into something hard and heavy.
There is nothing truly painful about this, except the knowledge that, eventually, you'll stop touching me. That's what hurts. Moira.
All of us have ways in which we mask and cover our pain.
She ached: oh, how she ached. Her soul was like one big bruise.
The pains we inflict upon ourselves hurt most most of all.
When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.
An Olympic rowing career had left Porter Collins a bit inured to the pain of others, as he assumed they usually didn't know what pain was. No,
Physical pain will never compare to mental anguish
Pain in life is inevitable.
To mock at a soul in pain is a dreadful thing.
True suffering lies in the expectation of pain as much as in the pain itself.
Pain is such an uncomfortable feeling that even a tiny amount of it is enough to ruin every enjoyment.
The pain outlives the flesh.
The reduction of anguish to Hallmark-card hurt. The
Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.
Kissi frowned ar him, then looked at me for explanation. I widened my eyes, grimaced: the look women give each other when they're embarrassed of the men they're with.
I have become conscious of my own "cry face." My face puckers like the business end of a hot dog except for my mouth, which stretches in a grimace so wide as to accommodate said hotdog horizontally within it. It's not pretty.