Michelle Shocked Quotes

Pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly.

You're not weak at all. Wounded, but that's nothing to be ashamed of.

On the other side of pain, there is still love.

...after all, who isn't a survivor from the wreck of childhood?

It always surprised him when he thought of it later that he did not sink under the load of despair.

Every driven person comes from a mountain of pain they wish to keep hidden.

The pain of yesterday is the strength of today.

Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but with all of life. Something had finally been released within her. And there it was, the sea.

Pride had kept her running when love had betrayed her.

My injuries are a long way from my heart.

I have been schooled by my own suffering: I've learned the many ways of being purged.

The pain is what you make of it. You have to find something in it that yields. I understood my guiding imperative as: keep bleeding, but find some love in the blood.

Mandela once told me that he lived on hatred when he went into prison because he was young and he was being abused and he was out there cracking those rocks all day and he said after about 11 years he realized that they'd already taken about everything they could take from him except his mind and his heart

What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.

Hearts are tough, Most times they don't break. Most times they are only bend

Of course all life is a process of breaking down, but the blows that do the dramatic side of the work-- the big sudden blows that come, or seem to come, from outside-- the ones you remember and blame things on and, in moments of weakness, tell your friends about, don't show their effect all at once. There is another sort of blow that comes from within-that you don't feel until it's too late to do anything about it, until you realize with finality that in some regard you will never be as good a man again.

It's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief . . . lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it's not so overwhelming.

Time may heal all wounds, but it does not erase the scars.

I do promise that you will survive this. Faith, my own heart is so scattered round the country now, I marvel that it has the strength each day to keep me standing. But it does,' she said, and drawing in a steady breath she pulled back just enough to raise a hand to wipe Sophia's tears. 'It does. And so will yours.' 'How can you be so sure?' 'Because it is a heart, and knows no better.

Do not wait for the healing to arrive. It will never come. The holes will never leave or be filled with anything at all. But holes are interesting things.

The scars will take me far, they always do.

Nobody climbs on skis now and almost everybody breaks their legs but maybe it is easier in the end to break your legs than to break your heart although they say that everything breaks now and that sometimes, afterwards, many are stronger at the broken places.

Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day.

Silence in times of suffering is the best.

But what could you do? Only keep going. People kept going; they had been doing it for thousands of years. You took the kindness offered, letting it seep as far in as it could go, and the remaining dark crevices you carried around with you, knowing that over time they might change into something almost bearable.