“The pain I felt when I lost my glove was nothing compared to the pain I felt losing my hand as well.”

“Losing one glove is certainly painful,but nothing compared to the pain,of losing one, throwing away the other,and finding the first one again.”

“I understand pain. I've lived with pain my entire life. But pain is nothing compared to betrayal. And betrayal is nothing compared to knowing that the javelin in your back was rammed there by the one person in your life you actually trusted.”

“I wipe away my tears and nod, because the pain in my leg is nothing compare to the one in my heart.”

“I felt like I did the first time I had been thrown from a horse, with the reins yanked from my hands and the ground rushing up at me. Then, as now, there was nothing I could do to prevent the pain that was coming.”

“Even then, it hurt. The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt. It always felt like I was waking up from the pain when something in the world outside of me suddenly required my comment or attention.”