Quotes About Pain

Come to us and quackle and quank. Relieve us of our stirrings With your fangs so sharp and bright Take this blood that's always purring. Through our hollow bones it flows To each feather and downy fluff. Quell the terrible, horrid urge that so often prinkles us, Still our dreams, make slow our thoughts Let tranquillity flood our veins. Come to us and drink your fill So we might end our pains. - The Owls at St. Aegolius calling to the bats

To be unloved is not easy.

the sun burnt my little day old eyes

But she'd seen beyond his indifferent mask. She'd realized he was hiding his pain - she understood, because she hid her own. Not behind sullen ennui but by trying to stay quiet, unnoticed. Invisible.

She tried to sound casual and upbeat but in her heart she felt a sudden bleakness.

Not loving you—that would hurt more.

Time does not heal, It makes a half-stitched scar That can be broken and again you feel Grief as total as in its first hour. -Elizabeth Jennings

I had been simply treating water, settling on surviving and avoiding pain rather than being actively involved in seeking out life.

Some part of me instinctively reached out, and in an odd way understood this pain, never imagining that I would someday look in the mirror and see their sadness and insanity in my own eyes.

Everyone has good cause for suicide, or at least it seems that way to those who search for it.

Each way to suicide is its own: intensely private, unknowable, and terrible. Suicide will have seemed to its perpetrator the last and best of bad possibilities, and any attempt by the living to chart this final terrain of a life can be only a sketch, maddeningly incomplete.

Profound melancholia is a day-in, day-out, night-in, night-out, almost arterial level of agony.

Given that, it turned out to be unnervingly easy to keep my friends and family at psychological bay: "To be sure," wrote Hugo Wolf, "I appear at times merry and in good heart, talk, too, before others quite reasonably, and it looks as if I felt, too, God knows how well within my skin. Yet the soul maintains its deathly sleep and the heart bleeds from a thousand wounds.

No amount of love can cure madness or unblacken one's dark moods. Love can help, it can make the pain more tolerable, but, always, one is beholden to medication that may or may not always work and may or may not be bearable..... But if love is not the cure, it certainly can act as a strong medicine. As John Donne has written, it is not so abstract as one might have thought and wished, but it does endure, and it does grow.

No amount of love can cure madness or unblacken one's dark moods. Love can help, it can make the pain more tolerable, but, always, one is beholden to medication that may or may not always work and may or may not be bearable. Madness, on the other hand, most certainly can, and often does, kill love through its mistrustfulness, unrelenting pessimism, discontents, erratic behavior, and, especially, through its savage moods. The

They can try acupuncture, they can try ECT, they can try a frontal lobotomy, none of it will work. I am a hopeless case. I have lost my angel. I have lost my mind. The days are too long, too heavy; my bones are crushing under the weight of these days.

Love, success, and friendship are not always enough to counter the pain and destructiveness of severe mental illness. American artist Ralph Barton tried to explain this in his suicide note:

How can old wounds heal while maggots linger so richly?

so that maybe during those sleepless nights, with the drugs and the pain and the exhaustion, the line would blur between what were my memories and what were his.

Josie often had to go for medical examinations, I said. They took samples of her blood and other things. Josie never liked those examinations. They hurt her. Do you think there could be a way of making those examinations nice for her?

Indeed – why should I not admit it? – at that moment, my heart was breaking.

Sometimes,' She said, 'at special moments like that, people feel a pain alongside their happiness. I'm glad you watch everything so carefully, Klara'" (Ishiguro 23).

Sometimes,' She said, 'at special moments like that, people feel a pain alongside their happiness. I'm glad you watch everything so carefully, Klara

Come possono guarire le vecchie ferite nell'abbondanza dei vermi che ancora le infettano? Come può durare per sempre una pace costruita sul massacro?