Quotes About Pain

First, I wanted to tell my parents what was happening to me. What had just happened again the night before. For me, this would be a confession, because I felt like I might be sinning by allowing her to continue to do these things to me. I was the victim, but somehow, I felt in the wrong.

silent tears fall ruefully at midnight

Men's pain and existential angst are the stuff of myth and legend and narratives that shape everything we do, but women's pain is a backdrop - a plot development to push the story along for the real protagonists. Disrupting that story means we're needy or selfish, or worst of all, man-haters - as if after all men have done to women over the ages the mere act of not liking them for it is most offensive.

Men's pain and existential angst are the stuff of myth and legends and narratives that shape everything that we do, but women's pain is a backdrop - a plot development to push the story along for the real protagonists. Disrupting the story means we're needy or selfish, or worst of all, man-haters - as if after all men have done to women over the ages the mere act of not liking them for it is most offensive.

I find it tiresome when people parade their agonies for public viewing; the last thing I want to evoke is pity. We are all the walking wounded, your pain is no worse than everyone else's.

Es preciso pasar por toda una serie de experiencias de amor fallidas para no buscar inconscientemente en la pareja un eco del amor materno y paterno. Este tardío proceso de desvinculación del amor materno y paterno suele ir acompañado de dolorosas experiencias de renuncia y pérdida. Quien decide resolver un problema mediante el amor ha de tener valor suficiente para superar los desengaños y permanecer paciente a pesar de los reveses.

A man can gasp out his life beside you-and you feel none of it. Pity, Sympathy, sure-but you don't feel the pain. Your belly is whole and that's what counts. A half-yard away someone's world is snuffled out in roaring agony-and you feel nothing. That's the misery of the world.

A hospital alone shows what war is.

The cries continued. It is not men, they could not cry so terribly. Wounded horses, says Kat. It's unendurable. It is the moaning of the world, it is the martyred creation, wild with anguish, filled with terror, and groaning.

Bertinck has a chest wound. After a while a fragment smashes away his chin, and the same fragment has sufficient force to tear open Leer's hip. Leer groans as he supports himself on his arm, he bleeds quickly, no one can help him. Like an emptying tube, after a couple of minutes he collapses. What use is it to him now that he was such a good mathematician at school.

The storm lashes us, out of the confusion of grey and yellow the hail of splinters whips forth the childlike cries of the wounded, and in the night shattered life groans painfully into silence. Our hands are earth, our bodies clay and our eyes pools of rain. We do not know whether we are still alive.

I cannot bear to look at his hands, they are like wax. Under the nails is the dirt of the trenches, it shows through blue-black like poison.

Shells, gas clouds, and flotillas of tanks - shattering, corroding, death. Dysentery, influenza, typhus - scalding, choking, death.

Erst das Lazarett zeigt, was der Krieg ist.

Teadmine ei tee kunagi valu. Valu teeb vaid "enne" ja "pärast".

Es ist eine tödliche Spannung, die wie ein schartiges Messer unser Rückenmark entlang kratzt. Die Beine wollen nicht mehr, die Hände zittern, der Körper ist eine dünne Haut über mühsam unterdrücktem Wahnsinn, über einem gleich hemmungslos ausbrechenden Gebrüll ohne Ende.

Things become quieter, but the cries do not cease. "What's up, Albert?" I ask. "A couple of columns over there got it in the neck." The cries continued. It is not men, they could not cry so terribly. "Wounded horses," says Kat. It's unendurable. It is the moaning of the world, it is the martyred creation, wild with anguish, filled with terror, and groaning.

Strange to say, Behm was one of the first to fall. He got hit in the eye during an attack, and we left him lying for dead. We couldn't bring him with us, because we had to come back helter-skelter. In the afternoon suddenly we heard him call, and saw him crawling about in No Man's Land. He had only been knocked unconscious. Because he could not see, and was mad with pain, he failed to keep under cover, and so was shot down

Our life alternates between billets and the front. We have almost grown accustomed to it; war is the cause of death like cancer and tuberculosis, like influenza and dysentery. The deaths are merely more frequent, more varied and terrible.

Como é inútil tudo quanto já foi escrito, feito e pensado, quando não se conseguem evitar estas coisas! Devem ser mentiras e insignificâncias, quando a cultura de milhares de anos não conseguiu impedir que se derramassem esses rios de sangue e que existam aos milhares estas prisões, onde se sofrem tantas dores.

If only they would not look at one so-What great misery can be in two such small spots, no bigger than a man's thumb-in their eyes!

And be very careful at the front, Paul." Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are!

?ovek gubi hrabrost. Veruje da se može navi?i na razo?aranja. To nije ta?no. Ona svaki put sve više bole tako da se ?ovek uplaši. To je kao da se svaki put više ope?e. I svaki put sporije zarasta. Ne želim da se još koji put ope?em.

Wenn der Mensch sich selbst quälen kann, versäumt er so leicht keine Gelegenheit dazu.