Quotes About Pain

The arms of pain crush time as they will

much for tea time and pleasantries. Who are you? What is it that you want from us? To suffer like you did on the cross? Well, we're doing it.

You always smile but in your eyes your sorrow shows.

It's my side. I have found the pain. It is in my side, and I isolate it and define it, and arrange the other pains around it. I tell myself that pain is information, that I am learning to map the spaces of my own body. Then my body's feelings cascade toward my side, and pain pours over its outlines and erases them. ("Marriage")

Unless a man has pity he is not truly a man. If a man has not wept at the worlds pain he is only half a man, and there will always be pain in the world, knowing this does not mean that a man shall dispair. A good man will seek to take pain out of things. A foolish man will not even notice it, except in himself, and the poor unfortunate evil man will drive pain deeper into things and spread it about wherever he goes.

Though those who are betrayed do feel the treason sharply, yet the traitor stands in worse case of woe.

How soon my sorrow hath destroyed my face

Everyone can master a grief but he that has it.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

Grief fills the room up of my absent child,Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,Remembers me of all his gracious parts,Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.

Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.

One fire burns out another's burning,One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am boundUpon a wheel of fire, that mine own tearsDo scald like molten lead.

Farewell, fair cruelty.

Wormwood, wormwood.

A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder.

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,That sees into the bottom of my grief?

Eating the bitter bread of banishment.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

The wounds invisibleThat love's keen arrows make.

Charm ache with air and agony with words.

They'll give him death by inches.

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows.

Some griefs are med'cinable.