Quotes About Pain

Not that fair fieldOf Enna, where Proserpin gathering flowersHerself a fairer flower by gloomy DisWas gathered, which cost Ceres all that painTo seek her through the world.

For who would lose,Though full of pain, this intellectual being,Those thoughts that wander through eternity,To perish rather, swallow'd up and lostIn the wide womb of uncreated night,Devoid of sense and motion?

But wherefore thou alone Wherefore with theeCame not all hell broke loose Is pain to themLess pain, less to be fled, or thou than theyLess hardy to endure Courageous chief,The first in flight from pain, hadst thou allegedTo thy deserted host this cause of flight,Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive.

Me miserable! Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

Hell has no benefits, only torture.

It wasn't you. You didn't choose this. No one would ever choose this. It's not your fault.

When you were out in the bush and someone screamed, it was easy to tell the difference between someone who was scared and someone who'd been hit bad. There's both pain and terror in the scream when someone gets hit. Suddenly I heard someone screaming that way, and, God, it sounded so fucking horrible, and I couldn't figure out who it was. Then, and instant later, my mind caught up with my body, and I realized the scream was coming from me.

Thus the Lord, by pain, sickness, and disappointments, by breaking our cisterns and withering our gourds—weakens our attachment to this world, and makes the thought of leaving it, more easy and more desirable.

I love you? Yes, I love you. Like saying I have cancer.

There is the solitude of suffering, when you go through darkness that is lonely, intense, and terrible. Words become powerless to express your pain; what others hear from your words is so distant and different from what you are actually suffering.

he was never really in any of these places, excepting in the place wherever pain lived

How bitter is lovelessness both to suffer and to inflict. More than anything I have dreaded the despair of its remembrance and the threat of its repeat.

Jimmy: They all want to escape from the pain of being alive. And, most of all,love. It's no good trying to fool yourself about love. You can't fall into it like a soft job, without dirtying up your hands.It takes muscle and guts. And if you can't bear the thought of messing up your nice, clean soul- you'd better give up the whok idea of life, and because you'll never make it as a human being. It's either this world or the next.

Pain makes man think. Thought makes man wise. Wisdom makes life endurable.

The evil and suffering in this world are greater than any of us can comprehend. But evil and suffering are not ultimate. God is. Satan, the great lover of evil and suffering, is not sovereign. God is.

The only person in history who did not deserve to suffer, suffered most.

O Father, touch us with fresh faith that we might believe the incredible. The very pain of Christ that makes us despair is our salvation. Open our fearful hearts to receive the gospel. Waken the dead parts of our hearts that cannot feel what must be felt-that we are loved with the deepest, strongest, purest love in the universe.

The Calvary road with Jesus is not a joyless road. It is a painful one, but it is a profoundly happy one. When we choose the fleeting pleasures of comfort and security over the sacrifices and sufferings of missions and evangelism and ministry and love, we choose against joy.

Physical pain is God's trumpet blast to tell us that something is dreadfully wrong in the world.

It's not merely a rule to be followed. It's a miracle to be experienced. A grace to be received. It's a promise to be believed. Do you believe, do you trust, that God sees every wrong done to you, that he knows every hurt, that he assesses motives and circumstances with perfect accuracy, that he is impeccably righteous and takes no bribes, and that he will settle all accounts with perfect justice? This is what it means to be "conscious of God" in the midst of unjust pain.

Kraop was the sound that I heard. Heard it twice--kraop, kraop--one time each for my two fingers that got broke. I heard my bones pop before I felt anything, gunshot-loud they echoed in my ears. Maybe that was the tip-off what'd just happened was going to hurt like hell. Wrong. It hurt so bad, I didn't feel a thing.

Time passes, but sometimes it beats the shit out of you as it goes.

Indiferent ce masc? îÈ™i punea pe fa??, nu exista vreo cale de a cicatriza rana sângerând? din ea, nu exista vreo modalitate de a alina durerea care îi m?cina sufletul.

Ar fi trebuit s? fiu altceva, ceva ce nu simte nici un fel de durere. La noapte, reflect? el, frem?tând de anticipaÈ›ie, voi fugi de durere. ?i nu m? voi mai întoarce niciodat?.