Quotes About Pain

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.

in every scar there is a story. The salve is the telling itself.

perpetuating the pain of the past. Is the telling the salve or the wound?

This is your pain,' she said. 'You must bear witness.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

Hope, whose whisper would have given Balm to all my frenzied pain, Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven, Went, and ne'er returned again!

I have no pity! The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething; and I grind with greater energy in proportion to the increase of pain.

Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,How could I seek the empty world again?

Terror made me cruel . . .

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?

Pain—has an Element of Blank—It cannot recollectWhen it begun—or if there wereA time when it was not—

Love's stricken "why"Is all that love can speak—Built of but just a syllableThe hugest hearts that break.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes.

It's the worst thing to fall in love with someone who will never stop disappointing you...

Real love should draw no blood from the loved and buckets from the lover.

The loss of her is already too much and then there's the other thing – the end of being loved in the way only my sister could love me. What I feel for her survives and that hurts like battery acid every minute, but worse is that what she felt for me died with her. I will never be loved like that again.

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It is only people who have had a tooth out, that really know the dentist's waiting room.

At this prison the doors are inches thick, steel; once factory smooth, they now carry multiple dents. Imprints of human faces, knees, elbows, teeth, residue of blood are harvested large on their gray surface. Prison hieroglyphics: pain, fear, death, all permanently recorded here, at least until a new slab of metal arrives.

You carry this pain around inside all day and all night long. No way to beat it--no way. But when I started getting high, I was cool, and it didn't bother me. And I wasn't lonely then, it was all right. And the chicks--I could handle them, they couldn't reach me. And I didn't know I was hooked--until I was hooked.

Most people had not lived -- nor could it, for that matter, be said that they had died-- through any of their terrible events. They had simply been stunned by the hammer. They passed their lives thereafter in a kind of limbo of denied and unexamined pain.

The brightest light has cast the deepest shadows. To torture and enslave, not because it brings profit to the victor, but because it brings pain to the vanquished, has, through long ages, been deemed a fitting sequel to victories born of the most heroic courage and the noblest self-sacrifice; while no small part of moral progress has consisted in expelling this perverted altruism from the accepted ideals of civilized mankind.

It may well be that if mankind could draw up a hedonistic balance-sheet, the pleasures of mundane existence would turn out to be greater than its sufferings.

Tu n'es pas venue. Je t'ai attendue des heures ou des jours, je ne sais. Je ne le sais pas parce que j'ai cessé d'être moi-même pour devenir une masse uniquement sensible à ton absence, comme si dans le vide pouvait se former un monceau de douleur, d'angoisses, comme si le néant avait un être.