Quotes About Pain

I feel scalded inside. Like, third-degree burns. But no one can see them. (Fliss talking about her divorce.)

There's only so long you can smile brightly at the man who has your heart but loves someone else.

How terrible-- to see the truth when the truth is only pain to him who sees!

Not to be born at all Is best, far best that can befall, Next best, when born, with least delay To trace the backward way. For when youth passes with its giddy train, Troubles on troubles follow, toils on toils, Pain, pain forever pain; And none escapes life's coils. Envy, sedition, strife, Carnage and war, make up the tale of life.

count no man happy till he dies, free of pain at last.

Let every man in mankind's frailty consider his last day; and let none presume on his good fortune until he find Life, at his death, a memory without pain.

Yes it will be a grace if I die. To exist is pain. Life is no desire of mine anymore.

The pain we inflict upon ourselves hurt most of all.

What greater wound is there than a false friend?

ORESTES: Just to see the outline of your suffering ELECTRA: Yet this is only a fraction of it you see.

Think again, Electra. Don't say anymore. Don't you see what you're doing? You make your own pain. Why keep wounding yourself? With so much evil stored up in that cold dark soul of yours you breed enemies everywhere you touch.

We long to have again the vanished past, in spite of all its pain.

A man's anger can never age and fade away, not until he dies. The dead alone feel no pain.

You, you'll see no more the pain I suffered, all the pain I caused! Too long you looked on the ones you never should have seen, blind to the ones you longed to see, to know! Blind from this hour on! Blind in the darkness-blind!

You are a woman marked for sorrow.

The dead alone feel no pain.

I live in a place of tears.

heaviest of all woe Is theirs whose life is crushed beyond recall.

What woe is lacking to my tale of woes?

Yes I know sorrow. Know it far too well. My life is a tunnel choked by the sweepings of dread.

Electra, grieving for death, for her father, as a nightingale grieving always.

Commit cruelty on a person long enough and the mind begins to go.

Of all ill, Self-chosen sorrows are the worst to bear.

They see you and me: they know my pain's a fact, my revenge is empty breath.