Pain

"A bunch of Angels waving their hands at someone, giving them extraordinary and miraculous abilities, doesn’t make anyone holy,” Satan said.  “Holiness has to be earned, and it is earned in this world of pain and woe, not in the world of spirit.  Define holiness by your faith and your deeds, not by your tricks, and you can save yourself from the damnation you fall toward.” satan"

"But when he’s cut, I bleed."

"Some people have a thick skin and you don't. Your heart is really open and that is going to cause pain, but that is an appropriate response to this world."

"When we see others cry it is difficult, not because of feeling their pain, but your own."

"You don't have to go through someone's pain to understand it. Empathy is enough."

"Imagining someone else's pain with too much surety can be as damaging as failing to imagine it."

"The way to be really despicable is to be contemptuous of other people's pain."

"Empathy? What’s that?” Glokta winced as he rubbed at his aching leg. “It’s a sad fact, but pain only makes you sorry for yourself."

"Ironically, torture requires empathy, too, in the sense that one cannot deliberately inflict pain without realizing what is painful."

"God gives urge, urge gives pleasure, pleasure gives pains, pains gives fruits, fruits gives trees, trees die and go to hell!"

"You have the here and now. You have a future. Deal with the past so you can stop looking back. It's just the pain."

"I always thought high school was supposed to be a time for finding yourself, but I guess that's only if you fit into the mold people have made for you."

"Greed is mistaken nobility. Instead of robbing all the pain and hardship from people's lives and rescuing them from danger, greed robs provisions from providers."

"But this you must know: the violent murder of a mother- when a boy is at the tender age, when he is just discovering girls- it is a terrible thing. confusingly mixed up with all the things feminine, it leaves a charred residue on the soul, like the black marks found at the bottom of a burned pot. no matter how much you scrub and scrub the pot bottom with steel wool and cleansers, the scars, they are permanent"

"We all try to camouflage the monotony, But it takes a lot of energy. To insist on being special all the time. When we're so much like one another anyway. Our triumphs are the same. Our pain. Try for a moment to feel what relief there is in the ordinary."

"Some women have a pulsing energy almost too sharp and salty to endure and when they are in pain their pain is ferocious and shatters all over the place."

"Take your clothes off." "What" "You heard me." Evelyn forced her mouth shut. She looked around the room, buying time. The faded brown curtains hung limply over the windows, not quite touching, and the afternoon light filtered through the gaps, its beams turning the dust in the air into diamonds. She could hear the rattle of a wagon on the street below and the regular rhythm of squeaking bedsprings in the adjacent room. "So? What are you waiting for" She stared at the man on the moth eaten chaise longue in front of her. He was serious."

"There's always a glamour of pain even in pleasure."

"today's pain is yesterdays latent gain we did not take"

"My body was a Pandora’s box of aches and pains. When Grandpa died all the ailments came jumping out. I was forever twitching and shaking. I had a persistent sore throat and had difficulty swallowing except when I was taking nips from my illicit cocktail. I was constantly constipated, holding everything in — a disorder that had started when I was two years old. It burned when I passed urine, and my migraines were so severe it felt on occasions as if I were going blind."