Quotes About Pain

I even watched in silence when my own wife was violated.

Mutsuzlu?um, reddetme yetene?i olmayan birinin mutsuzlu?uydu. Bir ?eyler teklif edilip de reddedince, kar??mdakinin yüre?inde de kendi yüre?imde de onar?lamayacak aleni bir çatla??n olu?aca?? korkusunu ta??rd?m hep.

I wept bitterly, crying aloud. I could have wept on and on, interminably.

A sensation of helplessness, as if it were utterly impossible to go on living. Painful waves beat relentlessly on my heart, as after a thunderstorm the white clouds frantically scud across the sky. A terrible emotion — shall I call it an apprehension — wrings my heart only to release it, makes my pulse falter, and chokes my breath. At times everything grows misty and dark before my eyes, and I feel that the strength of my whole body is oozing away through my finger tips.

Those who wish to go on living can always manage to survive whatever obstacles there may be. That is splendid of them, and I daresay that what people call the glory of mankind is comprised of just such a thing. But I am convinced that dying is not a sin. It is painful for the plant which is myself to live in the atmosphere and light of this world. Somewhere an element is lacking which would permit me to continue. I am wanting. It has been all I could do to stay alive up to now.

La verdad es que no puedo comprender ni imaginar la índole o grado del sufrimiento de los demás. Quizá los sufrimientos de tipo práctico, que puedan mitigarse con una comida, tienen solución y por eso mismo sean los menos dolorosos. O puede tratarse de un infierno eterno en llamas que supere mi larga lista de sufrimientos; pero esto los hace todavía más incomprensibles para mí.

Los cobardes temen hasta la felicidad. Pueden herirse incluso con el algodón.

Une faible insecte craint même le bonheur. On le meurtrit même avec du coton. On peut être blessé même par le bonheur. J'avais hâte de me séparer d'elle avant d'être blessé, sans plus attendre, et de m'envelopper du rideau de fumée d'un vrai bouffon.

The agonies I have suffered night after night have made for a hell composed of an infinite diversity of tortures, but—though this is a very strange way to put it—the wound has gradually become dearer to me than my own flesh and blood, and I have thought its pain to be the emotion of the wound as it lived or even its murmur of affection.

Los débiles temen la felicidad misma. Pueden hacerse daño en el algodón. A veces son heridos incluso por la felicidad

Jusqu'ici, j'ai vécu dans l'enfer. Dans le monde des humains, c'est la seule chose qui me semble vraie.

I wanted once in my lifetime to know that great savage joy, no matter how immense the suffering that might ensue.

He was dead, that familiar, frightening presence who had never left my heart for a split second. I felt as though the vessel of my suffering had become empty, as if nothing could interest me now. I had lost even the ability to suffer.

These wounds, unlike the scars from the lashing a man might give, cut inwards very deep, like an internal hemorrhage, bringing intense discomfort.

Pero la vida de los seres humanos es un infierno y lo cierto es que en este mundo hay poca ducha y muchas desgracias.

pero la desdicha tambien forma parte del destino.

É que os covardes temem até mesmo a felicidade. Machucam-se com algodão. Podem se ferir com a própria felicidade.

Suffering breeds suffering, and sighs draw only more sighs from within.

Oh, life is too painful, the reality that confirms the universal belief that it is best not to be born. Thus everyday, from morning to night, I wait in despair for something. I wish I could be glad that I was born, that I am alive, that there are people and a world.

Zay?f insanlar mutluluktan bile korkar. ?plikle bile yaralan?rlar. Bazen mu?tluluk da insanlar? yaralayabilir.

Forget about all the women in the world. I can't even deal with one girl next door and I'm in such pain I feel like I'm going to die. And never mind my superior capabilities—I don't know the first thing about governing a kingdom. And as for people gazing at me in wonderment, well, all they do is deceive me. All that happens is they swindle me. I'm endlessly afraid of people. I am continually awed by them.

?nsanlar sevinçli anlar?nda ba?kalar?n?n ac?lar?n? fark edemezler de?il mi?

loneliness or pain like for him? Last night I

Los cobardes temen hasta la felicidad. Pueden herirse incluso con el algodón. A veces, hasta la felicidad les hiere.