Quotes About Pain

Love, you mock us for your sport.

The griefs we cause ourselves cut deepest of all.

Rose the joint evil that is now o'erflowing. And the old happiness in that past day Was truly happy, but the present hour Hath pain, crime, ruin:—whatsoe'er of ill Mankind have named, not one is absent here.

To look on self-wrought woes, when no other has had a hand in them- this lays sharp pangs to the soul.

The pains we inflict upon ourselves hurt most of all.

Though he has watched a decent age pass by, A man will sometimes still desire the world. I swear I see no wisdom in that man. The endless hours pile up a drift of pain More unrelieved each day; and as for pleasure, When he is sunken in excessive age, You will not see his pleasure anywhere. - Choral Poem between Scenes V & VI, Oedipus at Colonus

Invited, not inflicted; of all wounds, those that seem willful are the worst to bear.

Now what a black sea of terror has overwhelmed him. Now as we keep our watch and wait the final day, count no man happy till he dies, free of pain at last.

How terrible—to see the truth when the truth is only pain to him who sees! I knew it well, but I put it from my mind, else I never would have come.

Therefore, while our eyes wait to see the destined final day, we must call no one happy who is of mortal race, until he has crossed life's border, free from pain.

Now as we keep our watch and wait the final day, count no man happy till he dies, free of pain at last.

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

Stop—in the name of god, if you love your own life, call off this search! My suffering is enough.

If you are the man he says you are, believe me, you were born for pain.

But now to hear your story—is there a man more agonized? More wed to pain and frenzy? Not a man on earth, the joy of your life ground down to nothing

Now I weep like a man who wails the dead and the dirge comes pouring forth with all my heart!

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!

all the griefs in the world that you can name, all are theirs forever.

You drive me back down my desperation—that unclouded incurable never forgotten evil growing inside my life.

the stabbing daggers, stab of memory raking me insane.

No wonder you suffer twice over, the pain of your wounds, the lasting grief of pain.

And also because - Oh, my darling, my darling, forgive me; I'm going to cause you quite a lot of pain.

Pitiful, you suffer so, you understand so much ... I wish you had never known.

If I'd died then, I'd never have dragged myself, my loved ones through such hell.