Quotes About Pain

His louely words her seemd due recompence Of all her passed paines: one louing howre For many yeares of sorrow can dispence: A dram of sweete is worth a pound of sowre: Shee has forgott, how many, a woeful stowre For him she late endurd; she speakes no more Of past . . . Before her stands her knight, for whom she toyld so sore.

Guy thought of the Greek word agon , wasn't it at once an athletic contest and a style of suffering, an agony?

If the baron is a masochist himself, then why would he attract another masochist? I suppose he wants someone cute to attract other sadists.

I had not the heart to tell her that great love stories told of the pain and separateness between men and women.

On the island of tears, we were subjected to every kind of humiliation

There was a cry that must have been mine

that circular loop was fatal. Patsy giving them their Latin name, herpes zoster, describing how the pain attacked the line of the nerves, something Dilly knew beyond the Latin words when she had wept night after night, as they oozed and bled, when nothing, no tablet, no prayer, no interceding, could do anything for her, a punishment so acute that she often felt one half of her body was in mutiny against

snick! snick! snick! "Lordy, this is fun!" After a lot more snickin', all them fingers'n toes'd been clipped right off, an' Dicky could see 'em sittin' there on the ground. Weren't much blood, though, on account'a how tight Balls'd tied the wrists'n ankles. "Lookit! The big dumb cracker's passin' out.

Morris chopped off the girl's hand with a hatchet then guttered laughter. The poor mulato wailed, her stump pumping. What'choo do that for! Cutton bellowed. He hadn't even gotten his trousers off before Morris had pulled this move.

I told you to stop, dammit! Nigger, all I wanted was for you to stop. Augustus heard him and he wanted to say that that was the biggest lie he had ever heard in his life, but he was dying and words were precious.

Was this the triumph of self-knowledge: to suffer more lucidly?

And my heart is a handful of dust, / And the wheels go over my head, / And my bones are shaken with pain, / For into a shallow grave they are thrust, / Only a yard beneath the street,' something, something, 'enough to drive one mad.

No pain is too small if it hurts, but any pain is too small if it's cherished

Depression ... involves a complete absence: absence of affect, absence of feeling, absence of response, absence of interest. The pain you feel in the course of a major clinical depression is an attempt on nature's part ... to fill up the empty space. But for all intents and purposes, the deeply depressed are just the walking, waking dead.

Scripture is about suffering. It has given comfort to millions. It has spawned hundreds of wonderful books that highlight God's gentle care and Scripture's probing insights. You can be assured of this: God really does speak in our suffering, and we have good reason to believe that the words he says are good and powerful enough to lighten our pain.

Joy is not the opposite of suffering. If it were, a person practiced in joy could crowd out pain because one couldn't exist with the other. Instead, joy can actually be a companion to suffering.

Then, when shame strikes, it is so nasty you have to numb yourself, and what better anesthetic than your addiction? It is the perfect vicious circle.

When I'm depressed, pain is my friend. I wallow in pain. It's what I am familiar with. I'll tell you that I hate my pain and that there is nothing good about it, but I still hold onto it. I'm so dead inside, so empty of any enthusiasm or hope. My pain reminds me that I'm alive. It allows me to be angry.

Suffering feels like our biggest problem and avoiding it like our greatest need—but we know that there is something more. Sin is actually our biggest problem, and rescue from it is our greatest need.

Jesus suffered, and Jesus was dearly loved as the only Son of the Father. When we suffer what seems like endless pain, it is hard to believe that God loves us, but Jesus' suffering proves that it can be true.

God really does speak in our suffering, and we have good reason to believe that the words he says are good and powerful enough to lighten our pain.

Perhaps there had been joy for them in finding that sugar could be made from blood.

Our fatigue limited our desire to talk. Besides, each person's story did nothing except bring you closer to your own pain.

No one will ever love you more than you love your pain," he had replied, his words ringing even louder in the dark. She