Quotes About Pain

On February 14, I received a telegram from Buenos Aires urging me to return home immediately; my father was not at all well. God forgive me, but the prestige of being the recipient of an urgent telegram, the desire to communicate to all of Fray Bentos the contradiction between the negative form of the news and the absoluteness of the adverbial phrase, the temptation to dramatize my grief by feigning a virile stoicism-all this perhaps distracted me from any possibility of real pain.

I kept getting close to happiness and have stood in the shadow of suffering.

If ten thousand people die with you, their participation in your lot will not make you be ten thousand times more hungry nor multiply the time of your agony ten thousand times. Do not let yourself be overcome by the horrible sum of human sufferings; such a sum does not exist. Neither poverty nor pain are cumulative.

En Argentina no nos une la alegría, sino el espanto.

Nos duele sostener esa luz tirante y distinta, esa alucinación que impone al espacio el unánime miedo de la sombra.

Dios no ha creado los sufrimientos infernales, el infierno es fruto de la deformación de cada espíritu.

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

Believe your pain.' This awful bear hug is no mistake. Nothing that disturbs you is. Remember all along that there is no embrace in this world that won't finally unclasp.

In the afterlife, the pain that kills here no doubt continues.

The first step to the knowledge of the wonder and mystery of life is the recognition of the monstrous nature of the earthly human realm as well as its glory, the realization that this is just how it is and that it cannot and will not be changed. Those who think they know how the universe could have been had they created it, without pain, without sorrow, without time, without death, are unfit for illumination.

The demon that you can swallow gives you its power, and the greater life's pain, the greater life's reply.

Love is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. The stronger the love, the more the pain. Love itself is pain, you might say -the pain of being truly alive. [...] But love bears all things. [...] Love itself is pain, you might say - the pain of being truly alive.

Suddenly you're ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you're alive and its spectacular.

all that we see is but the reflex of a power that endures, untouched by the pain... a transcendent anonymity regarding itself in all of the self-centered, battling egos that are born and die in time.

Life is, in its very essence and character, a terrible mystery—this whole business of living by killing and eating. But it is a childish attitude to say no to life with all its pain, to say that this is something that should not have been.

Love is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. The stronger the love, the more the pain. Love itself is pain, you might say -the pain of being truly alive.

From the standpoint of the Olympians, eon after eon of earthly history rolls by, revealing ever the harmonious form of the total round, so that where men see only change and death, the blessed behold immutable form, world without end. But now the problem is to maintain this cosmic standpoint in the face of an immediate earthly pain or joy.

From the perspective of the source, the world is a majestic harmony of forms pouring into being, exploding, and dissolving. But what the swiftly passing creatures experience is a terrible cacophony of battle cries and pain.

Where your pain is, there is your life, you might say.

I do not love you as I loved The loves I have loved, As I may love others: I know you are not beautiful As some I loved were beautiful, As others may be: I do not hold your counsel dear As I've held others, As I still hold some: And yet There is no truth but you, No love but you-- And Oh! there is no pain But you and me.

All crimes, all hatreds, all wars can be reduced to unhappiness.

Darla's head bled profusely after the crash. Roslyn's tongue tingled as she remembered tasting the gooey substance out of curiosity.

It is doubtful whether God can bless a man greatly until He has hurt him deeply.