Quotes About Pain

For the body at best    Is a bundle of aches, Longing for rest;    It cries when it wakes

Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door— Neither loud nor soft, But as long accustomed— Under Sorrow's hand?

Decisione non e' difficile, pero' si dolorosa. Tempi cambiano e noi no. Li sta nocciolo e midollo di questione.

El deseo es el recuerdo del placer, el miedo es el recuerdo del dolor" Cuentos para adultos infantiles

No puedo quejarme, porque yo también debo haberle propinado vilezas semejantes. Una lástima. Que lo que quede de diez años de matrimonio sea sobre todo el inventario vergonzoso del daño que nos hicimos.

amor arrebatado que empezaba a consumirlo. Saberse no correspondido, además de infiel, lo hacía sentirse solo. Se dijo que era mejor así. Arrancar de cuajo una planta que, de todos modos, no tenía brotes ni futuro.

La brevedad o la prolongación de la vida de un ser humano depende sobre todo del caudal de dolor que esa persona se ve obligada a soportar.

Sabe que es lo peor de todo? Lo miré. No supe qué decir. - Que la voy olvidando. Le temblaba la voz. No cometí el desatino de interrumpirlo. - La pienso, y la pienso todo el día. Me despierto por la noche y me desvelo recordándola. Pero me pasa que tiendo a recordar siempre las mismas cosas. Las mismas imágenes. ¿Qué es lo que recuerdo, entonces? ¿A ella o al recuerdo que he construido en este año y pico que lleva muerta?

Creí entender que lo que a veces nos conmueve del dolor ajeno es el temor atávico que ese dolor nos transite a nosotros.

Creí entender que a ese hombre ninguna verdad podía lastimarlo, simplemente porque no le quedaba ningún retazo ileso en el alma como para que pudiera llagársele

I felt as if there were invisible threads connecting us - I felt the invisible strands of her hair still winding around me - and thus as she disappeared completely beyond the sea - I still felt it, felt the pain where my heart was bleeding - because the threads could not be severed.

Your face encompasses the beauty of the whole earth. Your lips, as red as ripening fruit, gently part as if in pain. It is the smile of a corpse. Now the hand of death touches life. The chain is forged that links the thousand families that are dead to the thousand generations to come.

If you have no wounds, how can you know if you're alive?

If you have no wounds, how can you know if you're alive?

The same refinement which brings us new pleasures, exposes us to new pains.

Those visionary strains, ever struggling to translate into wild and broken sounds the language of unearthly beings, breathed around her from her birth. Thus you might have said that her whole mind was full of music; associations, memories, sensations of pleasure or pain,—all were mixed up inexplicably with those sounds that now delighted and now terrified; that greeted her when her eyes opened to the sun, and woke her trembling on her lonely couch in the darkness of the night.

Though we longed not to be lonely, we also feared the pain it would take us to be brought out of our lonely states. And after that fear, could we be guaranteed that we would never be returned to a state of loneliness again? We could not.

Elisabeth hungered after pain, other people's pain to dull her own; the pain of those poor everyday people fed her life. She had become addicted to misery.

I gave her everything I could give," He winces as if there's a nerve which gets trapped in his heart whenever it pulls in a certain direction.

Man endures pain as an undeserved punishment; woman accepts it as a natural heritage.

I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had.

Words can make a deeper scar than silence can heal.

Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow.

My punishment is greater than I can bear.