Quotes About Pain

ready to fall into my pain again because I deserved it

And my worst problem was laughter. I would go into fits of laughter and I couldn't stop. Anything could set me off. The sheer madness of my own position might set me off. This can still happen to me fairly easily. No loss, no pain, no deepening understanding of my predicament changes it. Something strikes me as funny. I begin to laugh and I can't stop.

It was the most shamefully emotional music, so like Tchaikovsky just saying, Hell with the world, and letting the sweetest, saddest pain gush, in a way that my Mozart and my Beethoven never did.

The sun shocked me, and made me sicken, yet how I wanted it, how I longed for it, and yet it rebuked me and seemed to scourge me as if it were a whip.

And pain was pain, whether physical or mental. Not the wisest of men or women or Taltos would ever know which was worse—the pain of the heart or the pain of the flesh.

But there is no value to suffering!

Understand the style of garment that adorns your body, the styles of dwellings in which you spend your leisure hours, the place in which you hunt. Understand what it means to feel the passage of time! Yes, and feel all the pain of seeing things die... Of course. You are made to triumph over time, not to run from it.

The only pain in pleasure is the pleasure of pain

Nothing vanishes quite like pain—when pain does vanish, that is. Because most of the time pain never does.

What was I to do with this pain? How should I be rid of it? How long would it torment me right here in the city of Venice where I had chosen to seek comfort from mortals and give back to the world in secret payment my blessed and well-educated boys?

In a fog, I stared at the wounded bouquet of flowers. Pink-throated lilies. I wanted to pick them up. The tiny wounds all over me stung me and hurt me. I hated him that he had made the vase fall over, that the lilies were spilt now on the floor.

Maybe I was going mad. There had been enough pain for it and enough magic; there had been enough hunger, and enough blood.

As for Mael, I couldn't help but note his quiet fury, and it struck me that he had for so long been the author of his own unhappiness, but now something was truly happening which might be a legitmate cause for his pain.

Era el dolor de nuevo, empezaba a resonar, como si me ensartaran un hilo de fuego, y la bruja que sostenía la aguja tirara con fuerza para hacerme estremecer.

Anger is too painful for me. Anger is too pathetic. I cannot hear it. I cannot act upon it.

The memories inside him tormented him like a cancer, yet he could not see them and know them for what they were.

You cut my heart out of my chest while I lived and breathed, and you took it with you! We shall be together this night in Hell.

went on, sweet, and demure, and winding to a compassionate finale. I know your pain. I know. But madness isn't for you. It never was. You're the one who never goes mad.

The agony of losing him was monstrous. How could I deny it with a single syllable?

We injure those we love.

I found her irresistible, as I found you irresistible. It was the mystery. I wanted to seize it. Move into it. Besides…" "Yes." "She was…a living thing. A being in pain.

Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or splendor. Rather they remain hard as gems.

el dolor se hallaba en todas partes, que formaba parte del proceso de la vida en la misma medida que el nacimiento y la muerte.

Oh, to think this burnt body had within it the blood of tears.