Quotes About Pain

You cannot have the joy of Easter Sunday without the agony of Good Friday," her mother reminded them. "No cross, no crown," she'd say in a dialect only her children understood.

Grief doesn't hit and run; it stays. and sometimes for a very long time.

There was no comfort in happy memories; they just made it all seem worse.

In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.

In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain

They came back To widows, To fatherless children, To screams, to sobbing. The men came back As little clay jars Full of sharp cinders.

Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?

that we must suffer, suffer into truth. We cannot sleep, and drop by drop at the heart the pain of pain remembered comes again and we resist, but ripeness comes as well. From the gods enthroned on the awesome rowing-bench there comes a violent love.

Pain both ways and what is worse?

that we must suffer, suffer into truth. We cannot sleep, and drop by drop at the heart the pain of pain remembered comes again and we resist.

radiant dreams are passing in the night, the memories throb with sorrow, joy with pain . . . it is pain to dream and see desires slip through the arms, a vision lost for ever winging down the moving drifts of sleep.

Look - can't you see? The more you kick against the pricks, the more you suffer.

Man must suffer to be wise. Head-winds heavy with past iol Stray his course and cooud his heart; Sorrow takes the blind soul's part-- Man grows wise against his will. For powers who rule from thrones above By ruthlessness commend their love.

For not many men . . . can love a friend who fortune prospers without envying; and about the envious brain cold poison clings and doubles all the pain life brings him. His own woundings he must nurse, and feel another's gladness like a curse.

The truth has to be melted out of our stubborn lives By suffering. Nothing speaks the truth, Nothing tells us how things really are, Nothing forces us to know What we do not what to know Except pain. And this is how the gods declare their love. Truth comes with pain.

There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls. There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.

Justice inclines her scales so that wisdom comes at the price of suffering

ESORAIS M' HOS EKDIKA PASKHO!

Look at him, look how he drips unhealth—shudder object!

Time shell be the limit of my suffering.

Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten

Expect no reward when you serve the wicked, and be thankful if you escape injury for your pain

Pleasure bought with pains, hurts.

There again is memory at my doorstep -- jasmine crushed under departing feet. The moon extinguishes its silver pain on the window.