Quotes About Pain

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.

I like a look of agony, because I know it's true

There is a pain – so utter – It swallows substance up – Then covers the Abyss with Trance – So Memory can step Around – across – opon it – As one within a Swoon – Goes safely – where an open eye – Would drop Him – Bone by Bone.

A not admitting of the wound Until it grew so wide That all my Life had entered it

There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish --

Narcotics cannot still the Tooth That nibbles at the soul --

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself, Its infinite realms contain Its past, enlightened to perceive New periods of pain.

Unto my Books-so good to turn- Far ends of tired Days- It half endears the Abstinence- And Pain-is missed-in Praise- As Flavors-cheer Retarded Guests With Banquettings to be- So Spices-stimulate the time Till my small Library- It may be Wilderness-without- Far feet of failing Men- But Holiday-excludes the night- And it is Bells-within- I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf- Their Countenances Kid Enamor-in Prospective- And satisfy-obtained-

IX. The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die.

Not with a club, the Heart is broken Nor with a Stone – A Whip so small you could not see it I've known

If the stillness is Volcanic In the human face When upon a pain Titanic Features keep their place- If at length the smoldering anguish Will not overcome- And the palpitating Vinyard In the dust, be overthrown?

Morir no es casi nada, algo pasado, pero vivir incluye el morir muchas veces sin tener al alivio de estar muerto.

I can wade grief, Whole pools of it, I 'm used to that. But the least push of joy Breaks up my feet, And I tip—drunken. Let no pebble smile, 'T was the new liquor,— That was all! Power is only pain, Stranded, through discipline, Till weights will hang. Give balm to giants, And they 'll wilt, like men. Give Himmaleh, They 'll carry him!

An ill heart, like a body, has its more comfortable days, and then its days of pain, its long relapse, when rallying requires more effort than to dissolve life, and death looks choiceless.

The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain.

I've got a Tomahawk in my side but that don't hurt me much.

You left me - Sire - two Legacies A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father Had He the offer of - You left me Boundaries of Pain - Capacious as the Sea - Between Eternity and Time - Your Consciousness - and Me -

The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs; A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings!

The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die.

The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost -- The Summit is not given to Him who strives severe At middle of the Hill -- But He who has achieved the Top -- All -- is the price of All

BEQUEST. You left me, sweet, two legacies, — A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.

Love's stricken why Is all that love can speak— Built of but just a syllable, The hugest hearts that break.