Unrelenting Pain Quotes

The most feared thing should be death, but after a lot of rumination, I have settled to fear incessant pain. It is not a 'screaming hysterically' kind of fear but a silently lurking one.

The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.

How can you hide from what never goes away?

I can't bear the silent ringing in my skull.

My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.

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

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.

[T]he syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse. The horse leech's daughter is a closed system. Her quantum of wantum cannot vary.

When you are in unrelenting, excruciating and debilitating pain that never goes away for years on end, your life is over.

what is the worst pain? To me, it's always the pain that is present.

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

Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them. Stretch it as thin as the temple flesh of an ailing woman and still it serves to ache the bone and to move the bone about; and in like manner the night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in a torment. We will find no comfort until the night melts away; until the fury of the night rots out its fire.

Cancer doesn't care if you have suffered before.

I wasn't prepared for the fact that grief is so unpredictable. It wasn't just sadness, and it wasn't linear. Somehow I'd thought that the first days would be the worst and then it would get steadily better - like getting over the flu. That's not how it was.

... pain doesn't listen to reason. It has its own reason, which is not reasonable.

You say that love is nonsense. I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

My life was ripped off!

It's been like a bad dream I never woke from.

The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives - the life of thought, and that of reality.

The people who you think are the most solid are often the most hurt.

Strictly speaking, there is but one real evil: I mean acute pain. All other complaints are so considerably diminished by time that it is plain the grief is owing to our passion, since the sensation of it vanishes when that is over.