Quotes About Pain

Instead of saying our pain is an irrational spasm to be taken away with drugs, they see that we should start to listen to it and figure out what it is telling us.

Los dolores serían menores entre los hombres si éstos (Dios sabe por qué están hechos así) no se ocuparan con tanto ahínco de imaginación en evocar los recuerdos de los males pasados en vez de soportar un presente tolerable.

My peace is gone,My heart is heavy.

What is the destiny of man, but to fill up the measure of his sufferings, and to drink his allotted cup of bitterness?

I nothing had, and yet enough for youth--Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. Give unrestrained, the old emotion, The bliss that touched the verge of pain, The strength of Hate, Love's deep devotion,--O, give me back my youth again!

It has ever been my fate to give pain to those whose happiness I should have promoted.

Mußte denn das so sein, daß das, was des Menschen Glückseligkeit macht, wieder die Quelle seines Elendes würde?

The question, therefore, is, not whether a man is strong or weak, but whether he is able to endure the measure of his sufferings.

Men's wretchedness in soothe I so deplore, Not even I would plague the sorry creatures more.

Human nature," I continued, "has its limitations. It can bear joy and suffering, and pain to a certain degree, but perishes when this point is passed. Here there can therefore be no question of whether a man is strong or weak, but of whether he can endure his suffering, be it moral or physical. And I find it just as astonishing to say that a man who takes his own life is a coward, as it would be improper to call a man a coward who dies of a pernicious fever.

This life of earth, whatever my attire, Would pain me in its wonted fashion. Too old am I to play with passion; Too young, to be without desire.

Care has nested in the heart's depths, Restless, she rocks there, spoiling joy and rest, [645] There she works her secret pain, And wears new masks, ever and again, Appears

Never trembling at that void where, Imagination damns itself to pain, [715] Striving towards the passage there, Round whose mouth all Hell's fires flame: Choose to take that step, happy to go Where danger lies, where Nothingness may flow.

Art—the meaning of the pattern of our common actions in reality. The cloth-of-gold that hides behind the sackcloth of reality, forced out by the pain of human memory.

Pain is a part of life...misery is an option.

Scars heal, glory fades, and all we're left with are the memories made. pain hurts, but only for a minute. life is short, so go on and live it.

Pain in life is inevitable but suffering is not.

The spiritual life is not a life before, after, or beyond our everyday existence. No, the spiritual life can only be real when it is lived in the midst of the pains and joys of the here and now.

The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace, The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.

Hell is life drying up.

Pain and suffering are the dark strands through the tapestry of your life, providing the shadows that give depth and dimension to the masterpiece God is fashioning within you.

Unless you heal the root of a problem, the pain will not go away. You can hide from it, but the problem stays until you dig deep.

They can rule the world while they can persuade us our pain belongs in some order is death by famine worse than death by suicide, than a life of famine and suicide...?

Life is cruel and we do terrible things to each other.