Quotes About Pain

The word felt good, liberating. So, I repeat it. "Fuck." Then, again. And again. Because it made me someone else, someone normal and happy, someone who used words like that, like St. John. I repeated it, over and over until she walked away, wounded. Then, I was glad. And still, I kept repeating it, because that was the only thing that kept me from crying.

But love and pain are two sides of the same coin. You can't have one without the other. Sometimes that's how we know we're alive.

This is grief. You feel ripped in half. Half of you wanting to retreat, to disappear, to find a place where no one asks questions. And then there's the part of you that wants to remember, has to remember because if you don't, not only will the day cease to exist but so will the reality of that moment.

Being a child was not fun for me.

Without remorse, you calmly thrust your knife Into each heart that shared its love with you.

Lo importante es sobrevivir y una persona tolerará el dolor y renunciará al placer para mantenerse viva.

El proceso creativo frecuentemente conlleva algún dolor en el esfuerzo por lograr que una concepción dé frutos.

Wise wretch! with pleasures too refin'd to please;With too much spirit to be e'er at ease;With too much quickness ever to be taught;With too much thinking to have common thought.You purchase pain with all that joy can give,And die of nothing but a rage to live.

Vital spark of heav'nly flame!Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame:Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!

Die of a rose in aromatic pain?

This long disease, my life.

With too much quickness ever to be taught, with too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all t hat joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live

Roar'd for the handkerchief that caus'd his pain.   But see how oft ambitious aims are cross'd,   And chiefs contend 'till all the prize is lost!   The Lock, obtain'd with guilt, and kept with pain,   In ev'ry place is sought, but sought in vain: 110   With such a prize no mortal must be blest,   So heav'n decrees! with heav'n who can contest?

Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please, With too much spirit to be e'er at ease, With too much quickness ever to be taught, With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.

I loved you: and, it may be, from my soul The former love has never gone away, But let it not recall to you my dole; I wish not sadden you in any way. I loved you silently, without hope, fully, In diffidence, in jealousy, in pain; I loved you so tenderly and truly, As let you else be loved by any man.

Whatever may be my activity in a given moment (whether I am composing, or whether I am making love . . .), I feel pleasure if there is an obstacle placed in my path but one not greater than my ability to overcome. If circumstances paralyze my energy, I suffer. From this point of view, pleasure and pain accompany every moment of our life, even if we try to disregard them.

Reason's icy intimations, and records of a heart in pain.

There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.

And like a soprano shattering glass, Juliet heard something snap deep inside. It was the sound of her heart breaking.

C'mon, you're gonna get upset sometimes. Breaking up is a shitty business. Someone always gets hurt. This time it happens to be you.

I won't risk it again. I won't destroy myself for you

It eased the pain some when she thought about the way he'd treated her and hatred burned away the hurt.

During that year Scarlett had been so busy, had experienced such changes in her life, that she'd been able to block out the pain he had caused her. Now it tore her heart, and with the pain was a deep fear of Rhett's unpredictable power. She transformed them into rage. Rage was strengthening.