Christmas tree Quote by J.D. Salinger

“He swung his legs over the side of the bed, waiting to see if the pain would catch up with him before he attempted…

— Sarah Hilary

“His head was large, globular and oily; it sweated in all weathers; and his large round hat, set upon it sideways, looked like a…

— James Joyce

“His temples throbbed but the migraine had retreated, leaving a soft wash of endorphins in its wake. He lay blinking at the pillow, light-headed…

— Sarah Hilary

“When I press my forehead to his back, the shape of his pain is alluring, almost visible. It forms him, tells him to protect…

— Brenna Yovanoff

“No one showed him how to live in his clothes, how and elbow needs to worry its way through a sweater like the nub…

— Julie Bruck

“In the weak light of the lonely lamp, he held onto her, for a solid minute, his head buried in her neck as if…

— Kendall Grey

“The bruises hurt him, the cuts were still bleeding; but it was not for pain that he sobbed ; it was because he was…

— Aldous Huxley

“I have no pain, but he has split open my skull. There is no matter, I mean, there is no brain in there. It,…

— Sandra Harner

“He had never seen a gunshot wound. He kept asking what it felt like? dull or sharp? an ache or burn? My head was…

— Donna Tarrt

“His head always felt about to ache, but never began to.”

— John Barth

“Before I took to the road, a friend tried to get me to go to a department store with him. He said it was…

— Amy Hempel

“A finely tuned spike of pain speared through his skull, signalling a detectable breach in his conditioning. He didn't want to stop his decent…

— Nalini Singh