Quotes About Pain

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, as sand eddies in a whirlwind.

What sweet thoughts, what longing led them to the woeful pass.

When vain desire at last, and vain regretGo hand in hand to death, and all is vain,What shall assuage the unforgotten painAnd teach the unforgetful to forget?

Hay quienes ya en su noviazgo produjeron recuerdos para olvidar, poderosos en eso de dejar marcas que dolerán por muchos años después.

For there is no greater pain, than to remember in present grief, past happinesses.

you can take this mouth this wound you want but you can't kiss and make it better.

For awhile, staring at my paper bag of clothes, my freaked-out eyes in the mirror behind the bar, I convinced myself I would go back to Bell. He was the only man that ever made me feel in life instead of just a spectator, and if he did that by fear and pain, it was still better then when I looked numbly at some man on the couch thinking, I will leave you soon.

I do. I still love him so much. And I feel so worthless because he doesn't love me anymore.

Pain was my tie to a past that a part of me wanted to hold on to. The more I hurt, the more I knew I loved, and that felt like a good thing.

Why do people even take photographs, anyway? They're just reminders of what once was and what you'll never get back. It's so masochistic."-Dom

High school sweetheart" is such an innocuous-sounding term for something that can tear out your guts.

If love and hate aren't true opposites, perhaps neither are pleasure and pain—if you go far enough in one extreme, it resembles the other.

One of the pitfalls of having an ex-boyfriend is that people still pair you together in their memories, and sooner or later someone's bound to mention him. And now that it has happened . . . I can't say I feel nothing. I don't think it's possible to get royally dumped by the only boy I've ever done it with, let alone loved, and then feel nothing when he's brought up in conversation.

What I want to write is that I lay there until morning, with tear-stained eyes, a tear-stained pillow, a tear-stained life. What can one do with levels of gloom and guilt, fear and disbelief, of bewilderment above one's capacity to register? I slept soundly.

nel dolore è compimento felice. / Chi ama la vita lo conservi e bruci, / ma resti impassibile, di marmo / a contemplare la sventura mia / e il disinganno. Ché solo morte / esiste e a lei m'affido, tranquillo / negatore terrestre delle Stelle».

Amar la belleza es un sufrimiento, si quienes están a nuestro lado se niegan si quiera a prestarle atención

El adiós más doloroso es el del sabio que te deja para siempre

The enemy has always had a great way of trying to keep each of us tied to past sin, weighing us down with sorrow or pain and regret. Feeling heavy under the weight of knowing you made stupid mistakes will, if you allow it, cripple you for life. We have all fallen short. There is no one on earth who has not made mistakes. But walking in the miracle of forgiveness gives God much glory. The

An enemy can seek to harm us, but an enemy can't betray us. Betrayal can only come at the hands of someone we love and trust. That's why betrayal is so utterly painful. What is done to the heart is devastating.

The pain didn't bother me. In fact, I welcome it: It meant I was alive.

I hear my silence talked of in every lane; The suppression of a cry is itself a cry of pain.

It's income tax time again, Americans: time to gather up those receipts, get out those tax forms, sharpen up that pencil, and stab yourself in the aorta.

Jja s'inquiétait pour lui. Il n'avait pas essayé de lui expliquer tous ses ennuis, car elle n'aurait jamais pu les comprendre. Elle ne lui en voulait pas, il en était persuadé. Elle faisait de son mieux : elle offrait sa compassion silencieuse pour atténuer une douleur secrète, comme maintenant. Il savoura cette attention paisible pendant un moment. —

Youth departs: There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain, But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.   Stoddart, And It Never Comes Again