Dane Cook Quotes

It was the worst hurt he had ever known.

I’m so sorry! Are you okay? (Shahara) Other than the fact that I feel like my rib just punctured a lung, sure, I’m all right. (Syn)

When people are in severe pain, there's an expression, you're a "pain person," and what that means is that nothing else matters.

...it was more like bleeding than crying.

Of pain you could wish only one thing: that it should stop. Nothing in the world was so bad as physical pain. In the face of pain there are no heroes.

I never imagined what it would be like to spend a 12-hour day crying and covered in blood.

To touch a sore is to renew one's grief.

When a gust of wind hits a broken bone, you feel it.

There was no reality to pain when it left one, thought while it held one fast all other realities failed.

It hurts, it hurts... Im dying, I'm dying.

I think pain is a very - it's an extremely hard thing to empathize moment to moment. And you often don't remember your own pain, you know, that moment that you broke a limb or you burned yourself or, I think, this is a common thing that women talk about with childbirth, that the memory of the pain is hard to summon up and relive, thankfully.

My head was forced back and a tube jammed down my nose. It was the most awful torture. I groaned with pain and I coughed and gulped the tube up and would not let it pass down my throat. Then they tried the other nostril and they found that was smaller still and slightly deformed, l suppose from constant hay-fever. The new doctor said it was impossible to get the tube down that one so they jammed it down again through the other and I wondered if the pain was as bad as child-birth. I just had strength and will enough to vomit it up again and I could see tears in the wardresses' eyes.

The greatest evil is physical pain.

People don't know what pain is until they suffer.

Physical pain is temporary.

There's a difference between being injured and being hurt.

Pain is pain.

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.

There are only so many ways to experience pain. There are an almost limitless number of ways to inflict it, but the pain itself, initially vividly distinct in all its specifications, becomes, inevitably, just pain.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

Just because your leg might heal doesn't mean it doesn't feel broken. It doesn't mean that a car hitting your body doesn't hurt like the same it would hurt if a car hit your body.

I was seeing everything through pain.

Like a tongue on frozen steel, like flesh in flame —

Pain was good. If I hurt, it meant I wasn't dead.

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.