Quotes & Sayings About Covering Up Pain

It can take years of tears to melt the hardness that develops in this world, covering our tender, gentler inner selves. Tears for every devastating loss, tears for every humiliating failure, tears for every repeated mistake. Those who honor those tears, and even honor them, are not failures at love but rather its true initiates. First the pain and then the power. First the heart breaks and then it soars. — Marianne Williamson

He openned the door that he assumed was the garage only to find himself in the pantry.
crap.
"Um ... grabbing some Pop-Tarts for the road," Nick said, covering his mistake. Still, they both stared at him as if he'd escaped Arkham Asylum. Offering them a fake smile, he grabbed the pastries, crossed himself, and hoped he got the next door correct.
Nope. Bathroom.
With a pain-filled groan at his rampant stupidity, Nick pretended to use it before he tried again. At least there were only two more doors to go.
Fifty-fifty chance.
Thankfully, third time was the charm. — Sherrilyn Kenyon

I wish I could understand the window in your soul. Mine has none such, but I believe in others'. It is as though mine says to me, You alone are damned. To you the daylight, to you the reality of what appears; for you the dead of Carthage will be dead forever, the pain everywhere the overmastering reality, the skull beneath the fairest skin always visible beneath the blue-veined temples, in the laughing teeth. To you, the lone and level sands covering human endeavor, the ephemerality of laughter. ... Only for others, the reality of human life, the game worthwhile as it is being played. Only for others, any kind of hope. Only for others, the window in the closed room.--or closed galaxy, it makes no difference. — James Tiptree Jr.

You grow up with your father holding you down and covering your mouth so another man can make a horrible searing pain between your legs. — Catharine MacKinnon

Scar tissue - it's a new layer of tender skin, lightly covering the wound. Still a vulnerable spot, the slightest little knock might tear the skin so it bleeds and the remembered ache from the old wound intensifies the pain from the latest blow. — Jinat Rehana Begum

Imagine that for hundreds of years your most formative traumas, your daily suffering and pain, the abuse you live through, the terror you live with, are unspeakable not the basis of literature. You grow up with your father holding you down and covering your mouth so another man can make a horrible searing pain between your legs ... You learn how to leave your body and create someone else who takes over when you cannot stand it any more. You develop a self who is ingratiating and obsequious and imitative and aggressively passive and silent you learn, in a word, femininity. — Catharine MacKinnon

She despised her nakedness beneath the thin hospital gown and tried to wave Paul out of the room. But he shushed her and stood firmly planted beside the table where she lay. He held her gaze, forcing her to look into his eyes. He smoothed her forehead with gentle hands, and she winced, not in pain but in humiliation. Paul closed her eyes gently with his fingers and let his large warm hands rest lightly on her forehead, covering her eyes with the palm of his hand as though he could take away her self-imposed shame by sparing her his scrutiny. She loved him all the more for the act. — Deborah Raney

Here I am again, walking in circles around the shore.
Lost after I found the truth,
Heart turned upside down once more.
The sound of the waves are healing,
covering what the pain is revealing.
The sand cushions my footsteps
so that they may take me,
and help me open the next door. — Renee Rentmeester

It rains on everyone.
It may be storming but there is a covering.
Life may be challenging, but there is a covering.
It may seem impossible, hopeless, doubtful, fear-ridden, and pain-laden, but there is a covering.
There are other umbrellas, but only one is red with the blood of Jesus. We need to love Jesus more than the noise. — Eric Samuel Timm

Adrian", I whispered, my tears starting to flow faster.
His head snapped up
and then he moved with his incredible speed, gripping me in those powerful arms. Tilting my head back and covering my mouth in a bruising kiss that made joy rip through me with all the intensity of the pain I'd felt before. When he finally broke away several minutes later, I could hardly breathe, but I still managed to speak.
"I love you," I choked out. "I love you, I love you, I love you
"
His kiss cut me off again, and this time, I wasn't crying when I kissed him back. I was smiling. — Jeaniene Frost

It's true that in some ways I'm flattered to see him in such a state. I don't want him to forget me and move on. If he weren't in pain, I would be. But I also need to see that he's a fighter. A man. I've always been like that; I can't stand weakness. If I could, I'd grab him by the shoulders and give him a good shake. And I'd hand him a razor while I was at it - so he could get rid of the fuzzy beard that's covering half his face, of course, not for anything else. I want him to be miserable without me, but a strong, masculine miserable. This — Amelie Antoine