Quotes About Pain

Cruelty links all three primitives [pleasure, pain, and desire]: Spinoza defines it as the desire to inflict pain on someone we love or pity. Financial speaking, cruelty is analogous to a convertible bond whose debt and equity depend on three economic underliers: the stock price, the level of interest rates, and the credit worthiness of the company's debt.

We must suffer to the end, to the moment when we stop believing in suffering

There is no limit to suffering.

Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.

Suffering makes you live time in detail, moment after moment. Which is to say that it exists for you: over the others, the ones who don't suffer, time flows, so that they don't live in time, in fact they never have.

Cînd esti iubit, suferi mai mult decît cînd nu esti. Parasit, te mîngîi prin orgoliu; dar ce consolare mai poti nascoci în fata unei inimi ce ti se deschide?

De ce un singuratic simte mai mult? Fiindca singuratatea-i suferinta.

At this very moment, I am suffering—as we say in French, j'ai mal. This event, crucial for me, is nonexistent, even inconceivable for anyone else, for everyone else. Except for God, if that word can have a meaning.

Dragostea fiind o întîlnire dureroasa si paradoxala a fericirii cu disperarea, el e prea neîncapator excesului ei inuman. De aceea, de cîte ori te trezesti din iubire, pare ca ti-a putrezit timpul prin nu mai stiu ce inima.

To look for a meaning in anything is less the act of a naif than of a masochist.

The sense that everything is going wrong has existed in every era, and rightly so since men have found no greater pleasure than in inventing new ways to make each other miserable.

What is that one crucifixion compared to the daily kind any insomniac endures?

Numai dupa ce ai suferit pentru toate lucrurile ai dreptul sa-ti bati joc de ele. Cum o sa calci în picioare ce n-a fost chin?

Word — That invisible dagger.

Zîmbete dureroase care sting soarele...

De câte ori lunec?m pe panta amintirilor, de atâtea ori suferim din cauza vieÈ›ii.

Insomnia is a vertiginous lucidity that can convert paradise itself into a place of torture…

To suffer is the great modality of taking the world seriously.

The Real gives me asthma.

Ever since I was born"—that since has a resonance so dreadful to my ears it becomes unendurable.

Solitude: so fulfilling that the merest rendezvous is a crucifixion.

The state of health is a state of nonsensation, even nonreality. As soon as we cease to suffer, we cease to exist.

For all sensation is a bond, pleasure as much as pain, joy as much as misery. The only free mind is the one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity.

De ce un nebun vede mai mult? Fiindca nebunia-i suferinta.