Quotes About Pain

There is often more pleasure in suffering than in happiness; look at the martyrs!

She is dying, like a flower wilted by the burning sun.

Passions are as mean as they are cruel.

Les souffrances morales, auprès desquelles pâlissent les douleurs physiques, excitent cependant moins de pitié, parce-qu'on ne les voit point.

A lover should die after a long lifetime. I lost Hitoshi at the age of twenty, and I suffered from it so much that I felt as if my own life had stopped. The night he died, my soul went away to some other place and I couldn't bring it back. It was impossible to see the world as I had before. My brain ebbed and flowed, unstable, and I passed the days in a relentless state of dull oppression.

I wished my heart would break and get it over with.

Die wirklich schönen Erinnerungen bleiben lebendig und haben einen unauslöschlichen Glanz. Sie pulsieren schmerzlich im Fluss der Zeit.

Al recordar su sonrisa, no sé por qué, me duele el corazón.

Diceva: quando ami qualcuno soffri, ti struggi, è un sentimento che non puoi in alcun modo soffocare...

Hay cosas tan duras que dan ganas de apartar la vista. Ni siquiera el amor puede salvarte de todo.

Mari had stopped responding to the outside world, she'd pulled the plug on the whole system, she was taking a break—I felt convinced of this. Because, as she saw things right now, life was nothing but pain.

??????????????????????? Somos humanos. Sentir dolor es algo desagradable para cualquiera.

8I ricordi veramente belli continuano a vivere e a splendere per sempre, pulsando dolorosamente assieme al tempo che passa.

That would really suit you, wouldn't it, to leave things undecided forever? But love is not a joke, it also means sharing someone else's pain.

Anche dopo aver sofferto, dopo avere versato lacrime come sangue, cariche di dolore, non provavamo alcun sollievo. Semplicemente sopportavamo, fingendo che tutto andasse bene.

But love is not a joke, it also means sharing someone else's pain.

Her life was like a pale shadow of life, given form by innumerable layers of anguish.

I was raped in a driveway when I was eleven.... It was a terrible experience because we had all that gravel.

I was thinking of Anna. I make myself think of her, I do it as an exercise. She is lodged in me like a knife and yet I am beginning to forget her. Already the image of her that I hold in my head is fraying, bits of pigments, flakes of gold leaf, are chipping off. Will the entire canvas be empty one day?

The sorrow of war inside a soldier's heart was in a strange way similar to the sorrow of love. It was a kind of nostalgia, like the immense sadness of a world at dusk. It was a daness, a missing, a pain which could send one soaring back into the past. The sorrow of the battlefield could not normally be pinpointed to one particular event, or even one person. If you focused on any one event it would soon become a tearing pain.

On bad nights he would lose control altogether and break down, sobbing into his pillow. Yet he knew that if she returned to him both of them would suffer again.

My memories of that time are fleeting, but they will never vanish completely, because the unexpected encounters of our lives will always remain with us, causing us great pain in the silent ways we evoke them.

He wanted to etch into his heart these memories, and wondered how he could have forgotten this tragedy for so many years.

Hòa bình ?p t?i ph? phàng, choáng váng ??t tr?i và xiêu ??o lòng ng??i, gây bàng hoàng, gây ?au ??n nhi?u h?n là m?ng vui.