I have given a name to my pain, and it is Batman.

Smile, because it confuses people. Smile, because it’s easier than explaining what is killing you inside.

Strong women wear their pain like they do stilettos. No matter how much it hurts, all you see is the beauty of it.

God has given us peace in our pain. He covers us all the time. Even when we are out of control, he is still there.

I am going to tell you to heal yourself up, or let go of sorrow you have right now, because everyone heals at their own pace, Be positive and keep your head up. No matter how much hurt you are or whatever the situation is, a positive mind can always beat that.

The pain that you are feeling cannot compare to the joy that is coming. Never give up just because it’s hard right now. Keep your head up.

No matter how much it hurts, you have to hold your head up and keep going.

Life is very interesting. In the end, some of your greatest pains become your greatest strengths.

Don’t get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain will become your cure.

Not with a club, the Heart is broken
Nor with a Stone –
A Whip so small you could not see it
I’ve known.

Tohru Honda: It must’ve been very painful, Akito…being told the day you were born, you were going die. It must’ve been so painful.
Akito Sohma: What

Keep your head up high, walk away from things that only bring so much pain in your life, and move on.

Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.

Greater is he who suffers through the pain and comes through the other side improved. Greater is he who accepts discouragement and keeps forward momentum,

Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.

If emotional pain or problems have cropped up in your life, you must insist on getting closure. Closure means you don’t carry the problem or the pain. You address the issue, then you slam shut the book and put it away.

It hurts, because we wanted a different outcome, but then we make it hurt even worse by creating a narrative around what happened.

So, instead of creating that debilitating narrative, I think we’re better served realizing that now, we have an opportunity to pivot – to take our life in a different direction.

Time will heal the pain. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow; but one day it will all go away. Stay Strong!

To truly love is to have the courage to walk away and let the other person who wishes to be free go no matter how

Maybe it’s time to give up when the relationship brings you more pain than joy.

But trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.

Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.

The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.

Ralph reflected for a moment on the similarities between loneliness and insomnia — how they were both insidious, cumulative, and divisive, the friends of despair

You don’t know what happened. You couldn’t. Because you weren’t there to see it. So I don’t care what you’ve heard. Nothing about her is monstrous. Nothing. You… You don’t know how scared she was that night. So don’t try and tell me she wasn’t! Her hands were shaking. Her voice was trembling. Her skin was cold to the touch, and her face pale with fear. Even so, she stood her ground and refused to run away from me! That’s right! She was terrified, but she didn’t run. She stayed! She held onto me the whole time! She must have known that if she let go… I would never return. If I slipped through her hands, I’d be gone. And no one would be able to bring me back. She didn’t erase all my pain or offer to solve all of my problems. She didn’t fix everything that was broken. But that’s not what I needed anyway. Not really. What mattered most was that… she stayed.

Momiji Sohma: Are you sure? Shigure said it hurt really bad.
Hatori Sohma: Yes, well, I did that on purpose.
Shigure Sohma: Oh, Ha’ri, you’re killing me!

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

Kagura Sohma: I’ll take his good traits with his bad! Even if he turns into his true form, I’ll stand by hi–
Kyo Sohma: That’s…enough! Keep

My heart… is breaking…

Kyo’s father: She loved you. She loved you more than anything else in the world!
Kyo Sohma: STOP IT, YOU’RE WRONG! Don’t force that love on

Kyo Sohma: If I’m going to lose her anyway, I won’t hold back. I’ll hurt her so badly that she’ll never forgive me. So badly

Alright, no Kana. But maybe, you’ll find someone else to love. Someone who doesn’t bring you pain or sadness. A woman who brings you joy

Just as there are people who inflict pain, there are those who try to soothe that pain in themselves and others alike. That gives people

Kyo Sohma: You were ashamed of me.
Kyo’s Mother: No, I… I love you. I would die for you. I-I love you so much.
Kyo Sohma: Why

It’s times like this… That I realize… How much pain these people live with… Having been born possessed by vengeful spirits.

I want to take any memory… And hold it in my heart… And believe that. So I can be someone who won’t let those memories

We thought surely you would join us for the New Year’s banquet, but you failed to do so. Such a shame. Akito was especially distressed

Tohru… I– I’m sorry… I… I thought– No, I knew… I knew… Tohru… Let’s end this! End it! I know… I know it’s painful… But

The other members of the zodiac seemed to have so much pain… But I’m DIFFERENT. Papa and mama are DIFFERENT. We always have fun. We’re

It’s just that I’m fighting the pain of lost love. I guess it’s what you’d call a rude awakening… or, maybe… the weight of responsibility?

I feel safe at dawn
The night is gone
I am tired of dancing with my pain
For a few hours I can pretend to feel sane.

I want to believe that memories, even sad and painful ones, should not be forgotten forever.

During labor, the pain is so great that a woman can almost imagine what a man feels like when he has a fever.

Even if you’ve never experienced the wonderful things in life, only after something has been contaminated and marred will it become a beautiful thing. Pain can be healed with gentle care, darkness can be removed with sunlight. Don’t underestimate the small things. Everything is significant.

That’s ONE thing that’s wrong with intellectuals and writers – they don’t feel a hell of a lot except their own comfort or their own pain. Which is normal but shitty.

To ask them to legalize pot is something like asking them to put butter on the handcuffs before they place them on you: something else is hurting you — that’s why you need pot, or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think. Or madhouses or mechanical cunts or 162 baseball games in a season. Or Vietnam or Israel or the fear of spiders.

life itself is not the miracle.
that pain should be so constant,
that’s the miracle.

morning night and noon
the traffic moves through
and the murder and treachery
of friends and lovers
and all the people
move through you.

pain is the joy of knowing
the unkindest truth
that arrives without
warning.

life is being alone
death is being alone.

even the fools weep

morning night and noon.

We’re told that men are strong & brave, but I think women know how to endure, accept defeat & bear physical & mental agony much better than men.

There are so many things I can never get back. So much pain. So many tears. So, so much. I’ve had things stolen from me. I’ve been hurt. It feels so unbelievably unfair. I can never, ever forgive her. But even so… I’m tired of always looking down and missing what’s important.

What the hell is in swan saliva that burns so badly?

“You’re fine,” Takumi said as he jogged back towards me. “Let’s get out of here before we’re killed.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “But I can’t get up. I have suffered a mild concussion.”
Lara ran out and sat down next to me.
“Are you OK?”
“I am concussed,” I said.
Takumi sat down with me and looked me in the eye. “Do you know what happened to you?”
“The beast got me.”
“Do you know where you are?”
“I’m on a triple-and-a-half date.”
“You’re fine,” Takumi said. “Let’s go.”
And then I leaned forward and threw up on Lara’s pants.

There’s nothing like starting over
There’s nothing like shedding a heartache
Writing a new page to say what you wanna say
There’s nothing like a heart wide open.

And now we’re starting over again
It’s not the easiest thing to do
I’m feeling inside again
‘Cause every time I look at you
I know we’re starting over again
This time we’ll love all the pain away
Welcome home my lover and friend
We are starting over, over again.

Birthing is never easy or without pain, be it a universe, a child, or a fresh start in life. Contraction precedes expansion. Darkness comes before dawn. Joy follows pain. This is the way of things.

It hurt, and that is not a euphemism. It hurt like a beating.

But in the time between when something gets thought and when it gets done, the ball hit me square across the side of the face. I fell, the back of my head slamming against the gym floor. I then stood up immediately, as if unhurt, and left the gym.
Pride had gotten me off the floor of the gym, but as soon as I was outside, I sat down.
“I am concussed,” I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.

We were in Jon’s car. “I have the first part I need. The pain-killer. You see I had to go to a doctor for an ingrown toenail. He operated. Then he gave me a pain-killer afterwards. It worked great…”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see. Anyhow, I had to go back to get the toe checked. I said to the doctor, ‘That pain-killer was great, it lasted ten hours. Tell me about it.’ He told me about it. Then I asked him, ‘Can I see it?’ And he took me to this medicine cabinet and pointed it out. ‘Very interesting,’ I said. We talked a bit more, then I left. But I had a bag with me, a small travelling bag. I left it by the medicine cabinet. Then I left the office, came back. ‘Oh,’ I told the receptionist, ‘I left my bag.’ I went to get the bag and there was nobody around. I opened the cabinet and took the pain-killer.”
“You can’t do this,” I told Jon.
“I must,” he answered.

YOU HAVE WOUNDED MY HEART FOREVER!

I’ll find strength in pain.

Failure gave me strength. Pain was my motivation.

I’m a strong man, and usually I get over hurts and it makes me stronger when I come back.

The pain you’ve been feeling can’t compare to the joy that is coming.

It will get better one day. The pain will go away. Keep your head up, you’re lovely.

When life becomes painful, it means God is saying, “I have a better plan for you.”

When you treasure someone, it can be a little painful to see them find happiness with another and sometimes you may get lonely…but it also can make you happy.

Did someone break your heart, Arisa-san…? […] There are some things that take a long time to acquire, like friends or lovers. So it wasn’t for nothing.

There are times when true love will be a source of pain, and one that you must accept. Because to truly love someone, is to put their feelings before your own, no matter what. Keep putting yourself first, and you will only succeed in pushing them away.

It’s painful and it’s messy. But sometimes you just have to make the break and start again.

New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.

If You’re Disappointed Or Lost Something, Don’t Stay In That Situation For Long…. Be Like Hydra Which Has Never Die Attitude…. When It Loses One Part of It’s Body, It Reproduces Again…. So, Transform Your Pain To A New Birth….

Without true pain, one could never know true happiness.

It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness.

What’s broken can be mended. What’s hurt can be healed. That no matter how dark it gets the sun’s going to rise again.

You have to believe that things will get better. No matter how much you hurt right now.

I experience great hurt, this hurt allows me to know I’m alive.

The scariest and the most painful thing is to be hated by someone you truly love.

I have learned from my own pain is that God’s plan for all of us is peace. Being a role model to peace, and spreading peace through being peaceful ourselves. It’s about choosing peace instead of pain – this is the bottom line.

Insomnia is invisible
but hard as concrete.

Trautman: How’s the wound?
Rambo: You taught us to ignore pain, right?
Trautman: Is it working?
Rambo: Not really. Don’t take it personal.
Trautman: Thanks.

Podovsky: I see you are no stranger to pain. Perhaps you have been among my Vietnamese comrades before, hm? No answer. Do you wish to give your name? Now, what possible harm can that cause? Pride is a poor substitute for intelligence. What you must understand is that we have to interrogate you. To Sergeant Yushin here, you are a piece of meat. A laboratory experiment. But to me, you are a comrade, similar to myself, just opposed by an act of fate. I know you are trying to facilitate the release of war criminals held by this republic. I can appreciate this. But this incident, your capture is… embarrassing. We must have explanation. First of all, I wish you to radio your headquarters and say that you have been captured and condemned for espionage activities, and that no such criminal aggression should be attempted in the future or they will meet with the same fate as yours.
Rambo: Fuck you.

Sometimes painful endings bring the best new beginnings.

Life is about change, sometimes it’s painful, sometimes it’s beautiful, but most of the time it’s both.

I still think that maybe the “afterlife” is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled.

“No, really. I can do it. It’s okay.” Because you simply cannot draw these things out forever. At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts, but then it’s over and you’re relieved.

Death is something untimely and will always leave the heart, soul, and mind wounded because a piece of our own lives feels scraped away when we lose someone. Though the pain is unfortunate, God always knows best.

There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.

Sleep deprivation is physically miserable and creatively cathartic, as internal landscapes rise up from their dormant ashes.

It takes spells of aching and gives you a sleepless night now and then, but between times it lets you enjoy life and dreams and echoes and peanut candy as if there were nothing the matter with it.

And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic… because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep… you take a book to read… you take a pen and a paper to write…you cling on some music that might just make you fall asleep… yet nothing helps… another sleepless night and all you want is the dawn to break soon….

When I don’t sleep, it’s not that I feel tired so much as assaulted. In the morning after a night of no sleep my eyes are sore and tender and can barely open. My joints ache. There’s a taste in my mouth which isn’t like any other taste, only a feeling, and that feeling is defeat. My skull aches evenly across its hemisphere. […] I go to bed at night, I get beaten up, come downstairs in the morning. Then I go about the day as if things were normal and I hadn’t been beaten up, and everyone else treats me as if I hadn’t been beaten up, and that way I survive, but no more than that. If somebody willed your destruction they could do it this way, by taking away your sleep. Of course, it’s tried and tested.

My dogs are barkin’ today!

How do you turn this thing off? Ouch!

Tearing up between what you deserve and what you settle for is a perpetual cause of unsettling pain.

Life can be painful at times, and sometimes you need to find a good barber.

I wanted to put my present joy in the context of all the past pain, to show that there really is light at the end of the tunnel.

Closure. That’s probably the most unrealistic word in the English vocabulary. It’s up there with heartbreak, pain, loss, and abandonment, all these things that you’re supposed to get over and mend and heal but really, do you ever get over those moments?

There will be no closure, no resolution. I lie awake thinking about it and I ache. There can be no greater agony, nothing can be more painful than the not knowing, which will never end.