Quotes About Pain

You can't keep messing me around like this. It's been going on too long. I can't take it anymore. I get sick every time you come around. Then I get sick when you leave. You're like a disease to me.

I would like to give you more of my heart,but there is nothing more I can give you. I gave you everything and you crushed it into bits.

We watched the water between us rushing back out to sea and I swear I saw the ocean fill up with words, like Jude was bleeding all the things he couldn't tell anyone because it might kill him.

Ouch." Mr. Bell grabs his arm. Blood darkens his sleeve. "That's a bit sore, Mardellion. And not entirely fair." The tiny bombs that parents bury under their child's skin take years to explode.

This hurts more than anything else because I cannot stop it.

That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.

To give pain is the tyranny to make happy, the true empire of beauty.

love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing

Medicine would be the ideal profession if it did not involve giving pain.

Of all the griefs that harass the distressed, sure the most bitter is a scornful jest

Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords: but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain; and expectations improperly indulged must end in disappointment.

There are minds so impatient of inferiority, that their gratitude is a species of revenge, and they return benefits, not because recompense is a pleasure, but because obligation is a pain.

Hope itself is a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords; but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain.

This is my history; like all other histories, a narrative of misery.

Wretched un-idea'd girls.

Of all the griefs that harass the distrest, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.

He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.

God's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn.

My wife, poor wretch.

to my office till very late, and my eyes began to fail me, and be in pain which I never felt to now-a-days, which I impute to sitting up late writing and reading by candle-light.

Ma reggel álmomból hirtelen felriadva, könyökömmel úgy arcon és nyakon találtam ütni a feleségemet, hogy a fájdalomra felébredt, amit nagyon sajnáltam; aztán ismét elaludtam.

His bare foot was calloused enough for gravel and glass. But ash kept working between his foot and his remaining sandal to grind like finest sand, work its way under, and silt itself with his sweat. His heel was almost sore.

There are times when you must walk by yourself because it hurts so much to be alone.

Christ and His cross together are sweet company, and a blessed couple. My prison is my palace, my losses are rich losses, my pain easy pain, my heavy days are holy and happy days.