Quotes About Pain

quotation from Maya Angelou emblazoned across the side of the building: "History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.

We lie and cover up our sins and mute the traumas they cause. We dissociate the trauma from our national self-understanding and locate it, if at all, in the ungrateful cries of grievance and victimization among those who experienced the pain and loss.

I imagine that one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, that they will be forced to deal with pain." David

Baldwin's essays forced you to turn inward and confront whatever pain was there, and I did not want to do that. I damn sure didn't know what to do with my pain philosophically.

It's an art to live with pain... mix the light into gray.

He didn't want to be a sucker, but he didn't want to be alone. Everything ached and all the choices felt wrong.

There are moments when even to the sober eye of reason, the world of our sad humanity may assume the semblance of Hell.

Viandante, amare è ritrovare la propria anima traverso l'anima dell'amato. Quando l'amato se ne stacca, allora tu l'hai perduta. È scritto: "Ho un amico, ma il mio dolore non ha amici".

Maybe other people found comfort in memories, but not me. Memories brought pain

The person who grieves suffers his passion to grow upon him he indulges it, he loves it but this never happens in the case of actual pain, which no man ever willingly endured for any considerable time.

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

His Lady sad to see his sore constraint, Cried out, "Now now Sir knight, shew what ye bee, Add faith unto your force, and be not faint: Strangle her, else she sure will strangle thee." That when he heard, in great perplexitie, His gall did grate for griefe and high distaine, And knitting all his force got one hand free, Wherewith he grypt her gorge with so great paine, That soone to loose her wicked bands did her constraine.

Suffering does make us more sensitive until it crushes us completely.

Some of his newly acquired knowledge brought pain, as knowledge is apt to do.

She said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people can give.

It's not love's going hurts my days But that it went in little ways.

Ah, drink again This river that is the taker-away of pain, And the giver-back of beauty! In these cool waves What can be lost?-- Only the sorry cost Of the lovely thing, ah, never the thing itself! The level flood that laves The hot brow And the stiff shoulder Is at our temples now. Gone is the fever, But not into the river; Melted the frozen pride, But the tranquil tide Runs never the warmer for this, Never the colder. Immerse the dream. Drench the kiss. Dip the song in the stream.

And so beneath the weight lay I And suffered death, but could not die.

Tis not love's going hurts my days, But that it went in little ways

I bleed, but know not wherefore, know not where.

And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you All through my life?—sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing—oh, worst of all things!—the same head?— And, when I feed myself, feeding you, too?

but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain,— Dawn will find them still again; This has neither wax nor wane, Neither stop nor start.

The mind, at length bereft Of thinking and its pain, Will soon disperse again, And nothing will remain: No, not a thing be left. Only the ardent eye, Only the listening ear Can say, "The thrush was here!" Can say, "His song was clear!" Can live, before it die.