overwhelming pain Quotes

It was the sheer variety of the pain that stopped me from crying out. It came from so many places, spoke so many languages, wore so many dazzling varieties of ethnic costume, that for a full fifteen seconds I could only hang my jaw in amazement.

Pain is a more terrible lord of mankind than even death itself.

And the pain is too much it's too much it's too much and my hands are on my head and I'm rearing back and my mouth is open in a never-ending wordless wail of all the blackness that's inside me. And i fall back into it.

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

The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

If pain were water, the world would drown

Sometimes life seems so painful it hurts even to move my arms.

I cried a river of tears but he was too heavy to float on them. So I dragged him with me these years across an ocean.

You will be faced, now, with pain of a magnitude that none of us here can comprehend because it is beyond our experience. The Receiver himself was not able to describe it, only to remind us that you would be faced with it, that you would need immense courage.

Jesus, I wondered, what do you do with pain so bad it has no redeeming value? It cannot even be alchemized into art, into words, into something you can chalk up to an interesting experience because the pain itself, its intensity, is so great that it has woven itself into your system so deeply that there is no way to objectify or push it outside or find its beauty within. That is the pain I’m feeling now. Its so bad, its useless. The only lesson I will ever derive from this pain is how bad pain can be.

But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.

happened as I listened: I felt pain. Not in my head, not in my arm, not in my leg; everywhere at once. I told myself there was no difference between being “inside” and being “outside,” that it all came down to X’s and O’s that could be acquired in any number of different ways, but the pain increased to a point where I thought I might collapse, and I limped away.

And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip someone's soul to shreds. She had wondered how she could feel so much pain and still survive.

Crude thoughts and fierce forces are my state. I do not know who I am. Nor what I was. I cannot hear a sound. Pain is near that will be like no pain felt before.

There is such a thing as anaesthesia of pain, engendered by pain too exquisite to be borne.

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.

There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.