Triple H Quotes

I would have to say that looked like it hurt.

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

When I had my injury, I had gotten hit, and it hurt like hell.

I've had both my eye sockets crushed, I've been set on fire, uh, that was not fun, I've torn a pec, torn biceps.

I've been hurt every year I played football.

The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth point goes.

You were impaled? (Delphine) You know the worst part about impalement? You don’t die immediately. You hang on bleeding and aching as the spike works its way slowly through your body until it pierces some major organ. Pray to the gods you worship that you never know what that feels like. (Jericho)

For pain words are lacking. There should be cries, cracks, fissures, whiteness passing over chintz covers, interference with the sense of time, of space ; the sense also of extreme fixity in passing objects ; and sounds very remote and then very close ; flesh being gashed and blood sparting, a joint suddenly twisted - beneath all of which appears something very important, yet remote, to be just held in solitude.” — Virginia Woolf, The Waves

THIS TORTURE Why should we tell you our love stories when you spill them together like blood in the dirt? Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor, or a fire we can’t see, but how does saying that push us through the top of the head into the light above the head? Love is not an iron pot, so this boiling energy won’t help. Soul, heart, self. Beyond and within those is one saying, How long before I’m free of this torture!

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

Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.

She had had the pain; it had been like being boiled alive in scalding oil and not being able to die to get free of it

It was the worst hurt he had ever known.

The shuddering would not stop. The pain was like the end of the world. He thought: There comes a point when the very discussion of pain becomes redundant. No one knows there is pain the size of this in the world. No one. It is like being possessed by demons.

There’s blood beneath every layer of skin.

It was the closest to purgatory that I've ever experienced while I've been living.

So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.

I've seen the hell these people go through.

A hospital alone shows what war is.

I spent four days and four nights just covered in blood, falling in the water.

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

I'm here instead of having shoulder surgery. But I'm not sure which is more painful.

There is no birth of consciousness without pain.

Everyone gets hurt, but I've probably had the most injuries.

This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape.