Quotes About Pain

Erkek dayanamaz ac?ya, hemen al?p baÅŸka birine okutur; ac?y? ba??ndan atmas? gerekir, atadan kalma, beylik d??avurma yollar?ndan, savaÅŸa, vahÅŸete ve ç??l?klara, aç?l?p saç?lan bir söyleme gelip dayanan gayet tan?d?k yollardan, onu silkeleyip atmas? gerekir.

Her mother won't stop her when she tries to make money. The child will say, I asked him for five hundred piastres so that we can go back to France. Her mother will say, Good, that's what we'll need to set ourselves up in Paris, we'll be able to manage, she'll say, with five hundred piastres. The child knows what she's doing is what the mother would have chosen for her to do, if she'd dared, if she'd had the strength, if the pain of her thoughts hadn't been there every day, wearing her out.

La mémoire de la plupart des hommes est un cimetière abandonné, où gisent sans honneurs des morts qu'ils ont cessé de chérir. Toute douleur prolongée insulte à leur oubli.

Suffering turns us into egotists, for it absorbs us completely: it is later, in the form of memory, that it teaches us compassion.

No sabía que el dolor contiene extraños laberintos por los cuales no había terminado de andar

aveva dovuto credersi amato ben poco per non sentire che perderlo sarebbe stato per me il peggiore dei mali.

Is the soul only the supreme development of the body, the fragile evidence of the pain and pleasure of existing? Is it, on the contrary more ancient than the body, which is modeled on its image and which serves it momentarily, more or less well, as instrument?

Se dice: loco de alegría. También podría decirse: cuerdo de dolor.

La musique me transporte dans un monde où la douleur ne cesse pas d'exister, mais s'élargit, se tranquillise, devient tout à la fois plus calme et plus profonde, comme un torrent qui se transforme en lac. (p. 81)

El sufrimiento nos hace egoístas porque nos absorbe por entero: sólo más tarde, en forma de recuerdo, nos enseña la compasión.

Sentía que en torno a mí empezaban a ofuscarse frente a un dolor tan prolongado; su violencia causaba mayor escándalo que su causa. Si me hubiera abandonado a las mismas lamentaciones por la muerte de un hermano o de un hijo, lo mismo me hubieran reprochado que llorara como una mujer. La memoria de la mayoría de los hombres es un cementerio abandonado donde yacen los muertos que aquéllos han dejado de honrar y de querer. Todo dolor prolongado es un insulto a ese olvido.

Roses are red. Blood is too…

In queste carte l'arabesco del suo narrare non è formale ma somiglia ad una ricerca della penna intorno ad un punto piagato: come se egli cercasse continuamente di respingere qualche cosa di forza pari alla repugnanza che gli ispira.

Wie viel ist aufzuleiden ! (Koliko patnje treba odraditi)

They say the path of true love never runs smooth. Well, Luke and my true love's path didn't run at all, it limped along in new boots that were chafing its heels. Blistered and cut, red and raw, every hopping, lopsided step, a little slice of agony.

If you lose someone, you feel a loss, then after a while you fill in the hole in your life and the loss gradually gets smaller and smaller and eventually goes away. There's a point to the pain. There's a reason and a direction.

It was only when the salt water of my tears ran into my cuts and made them sting that I discovered I was crying.

Survival was an unpleasent thing to witness.

Falling in love leaves you open, relationships mean pain.

I was in so much pain that I couldn't imagine not feeling it

Im sorry, I thought it would be better that way. Less painful, to just let it all fade away.

Isn't it strange that sometimes the memory of an act of kindness can cause more pain than the cruel stuff?

I've been heartbroken before. I really don't know if I have the energy for it again.

I sense a deep despair inside this boy that must be hard to live with.