Quotes About Pain

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

He had been standing still; for an artist, one of the more painful forms of death.

Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back -- to be sucked back -- into it?

O wretched state! o bosom black as death!

These death sentences are cruel and unusual in the same way that being struck by lightning is cruel and unusual.

O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.

Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happening.

A suicide kills two people, that's what it's for!

Sleep is pain's easiest salve, and doth fulfil All offices of death, except to kill.

I didn't realize that one tragedy can beget another, and another — bright-eyed disasters flooding out of a death hole like bats out of a cave.

There is a place on earth that is a vast desolate wilderness, a place populated by shadows of the dead in their multitudes, a place where the living are dead, where only death, hate and pain exist.

Death is a convention, a certification to the end of pain, something for the vital statistics book, not binding upon anyone but the keepers of graveyard records.

And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I'm alive, despite this living death.

It is the doctors who desert the dying and there is so much to be learned about pain.

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!

It's the closest to death I have ever been. The chemotherapy takes you as far down into hell as you've ever, ever been.

It's a thing of violence, to whom death would be a merciful release.

every death diminishes us, but those that leave differences unresolved and things unsaid are the most painful of all.

In a word, neither death, nor exile, nor pain, nor anything of this kind is the real cause of our doing or not doing any action, but our inward opinions and principles.

Divorce is probably as painful as death.

There is a thing, like a bird, weak and fluttering within my chest, i cradle it and care for it as anyone should an injured thing, yet, i silently pray for it's death.

My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.

No man kills himself unless there is something wrong with his life.

Death itself is too big to take in, she already sees that; the loss comes at you instead in an infinite number of small installments that can never be paid off.