Hidden Pain Quotes

It reminds me of myself - seemingly perfect on the outside but inside is all a mush.

Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.

Nobody knows the pain I've been through.

It's amazing what you can hide just by putting on a smile.

A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs,, A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, you're hurt exclaim.

I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

Crazy isn´t always what they say it is. It´s not always the old woman wearing sneakers and a skirt and a scarf, wandering around with a shopping cart, hollering at no one, nothing, tumbling through years in her head. No. Sometimes it is a girl wearing boots and jeans and a sweater, arms crossed in front of her, shivering, wandering through the streets at night, all night, murmuring to no one, nothing, tumbling through the strange unreal dimensions in her head.

I hide hurt behind a fake smile. I wear it all the time. Everyone says how I always look so cheerful. Shows what they know I guess.

She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

Benedict may not be as hurt as he really is.

I pretend I'm not hurt, I walk about the world like I'm having fun.

When you meet me and hang out with me, I might come across as a very upbeat, driven person. I don't come across as someone who is wounded.

To the casual observer it looks like I have moved on since I go around wearing my little happy mask all day. I smile and laugh and carry on like my heart's still in one piece, but beneath it all, I am dying.

You're a pretty cool customer, huh?" says Agent Hunt. "I hide my inner pain under my stoic visage." Agent Hunt looks like he would like to put his fist through my stoic visage.

Keeping a smile on your lips even when you're on the verge of tears. Feeling sorry for those who show their feelings.

You'd be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides.

I have all the emotions that everyone has; it just appears that I don't.

Maybe if everyone walked around being in touch with each other's hidden pain it could work out and even be beautiful, but it doesn't feel safe to be the only compassionate person on the planet.

...[P]eople who shout joy from the rooftops are often the saddest of all... (p.24)

Beauty has no other origin than the singular wound, different in every case, hidden or visible, which each man bears within himself, which he preserves, and into which he withdraws when he would quit the world for a temporary but authentic solitude

Each individual human being has a lot of stuff that nobody knows about. Nobody knows what anybody else is going through at any point in their lives.

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And smiles to go before I weep, And Smiles to go before I weep.