Stephen King Quotes

Everything turns on pain; the rest is accessory, even nonexistent, for we remember only what hurts. Painful sensations being the only real ones, it is virtually useless to experience others.

Pain is something that's common to human life. When we ignore it, we aren't engaging in the whole reality, and the pain begins to fester.

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

Physical pain is temporary.

Anyone who reads '33 Men' will be brought into a world that was practically a textbook case of sensory deprivation and torture.

It still hurts," she whispered. "Even when you're doing it for someone else, that doesn't stop your ribs from getting cracked, or your wrist swelling, or your cuts from bleeding.

Pain is a forcing sieve that turns me to gruel.

You must hurt, or be hurt.

We're tortured, a lot of us, believe me.

Our bodies are but the anvils of pain and disease and our minds the hives of unnumbered cares.

Man's own form in space - his body - was a private prison; and that it was because of this imprisoning misery - because he was hungry and overworked and went to a horrid place called home late at night in the rain, and his bones ached and his head was heavy.

We're all damaged somehow."-A Great and Terrible Beauty

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone. You must hurt or be hurt.

I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can't love me

I am filled with fear and tormented with terrible visions of pain. Everywhere people are hurting one another, the planet is rampant with injustices, whole societies plunder groups of their own people, mothers imprison sons, children perish while brothers war. O, woe.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong.

Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.

The silence was killing me. And that's all there ever was. Silence. It was all I knew. Keep quiet. Pretend nothing had happened, that nothing was wrong. And look how well that was turning out.

At such a moment, it is not the physical pain which hurts the most (and this applies to adults as much as to punished children); it is the mental agony caused by the injustice, the unreasonableness of it all.

...it was more like bleeding than crying.

When pain is unbearable it destroys us; when it does not it is bearable.

At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain." I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't get it. There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn't go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry-heaving.

Explanations don't comfort. You won't feel better if you know why. It won't hurt any less.