Quotes About Pain

Heaven is by favor; if it were by merit your dog would go in and you would stay out. Of all the creatures ever made (man) is the most detestable. Of the entire brood, he is the only one... that possesses malice. He is the only creature that inflicts pain for sport, knowing it to be pain.

I am not interested to know whether vivisection produces results that are profitable to the human race or doesn't...The pain which it inflicts upon unconsenting animals is the basis of my enmity toward it, and it is to me sufficient justification of the enmity without looking further.

Oprost je miris koji ljubi?ica ostavi na stopalu koje ju je zdrobilo.

A thistle grows about here which has needles on it that would pierce through leather, I think; if one touches you, you can find relief in nothing but profanity.

Of all the animals, man is the only one who inflicts pain for the pleasure of it.

Vergangenheit ist, wenn es nicht mehr weh tut.

Oh, hold on; there's plenty of pain here—but it don't kill.  There's plenty of suffering here, but it don't last.  You see, happiness ain't a thing in itself—it's only a contrast with something that ain't pleasant.  That's all it is.  There ain't a thing you can mention that is happiness in its own self—it's only so by contrast with the other thing.  And

To the rear, sir—he's lost his leg!

La crueldad es monopolio de quienes poseen el sentido moral. Cuando un bruto inflige un dolor, lo hace de un modo inocente, no comete una mala acción; para el bruto no existe el mal. Y

Here a captive heart busted.

De todos los animales, el hombre es el único que es cruel. Es el único que infringe dolor por el placer de hacerlo.

Vicdan?m?z baÅŸkalar?na verilen ac?n?n hiç fark?na varmaz, ta ki bize de ac? verdiÄŸi bir noktaya ulaÅŸana dek. Ä°stisnas?z her olayda bir baÅŸkas?n?n ac?s?na tamamen ilgisizizdir, ta ki onun çektiÄŸi ac? bizi rahats?z edene dek.

The secret source of humour itself is not joy, but sorrow. There is no humour in heaven.

Una di queste giovani madri non era che una ragazzina e mi fece male al cuore leggere quella sofferenza e pensare che scaturiva dall'animo di una bambina, un animo che non avrebbe dovuto ancora conoscere il dolore, ma soltanto la gioia del mattino della vita.

Art is lunging forward without certainty about where you are going or how to get there, being open to and dependent on what luck, the pain, the typo, the dissonance, give you. Without art you're stuck with yourself as you are and life as you think life is.

People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain communicated in the vague language of sex. None of which made sense to me until much later when I realized everything I thought I'd retained of my encounters added up to so very little, hardly enduring, just shadows of love outlining nothing at all.

People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain cmmunicated in the vague language of sex.

People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain communicated in the vague language of sex

Death, it turns out, is the mother of all conflicts.

Lude would never feel how 'empty hallways long past midnight' could slice inside of you, though I'm not so sure he wasn't sliced up just the same. Not seeing the rip doesn't mean you automatically get to keep clear of the Hey-I'm-Bleeding part.

rocking back and forth between wishful thinking and some private agony until the bar breaks.

Quite a few people have slept and suffered within those walls.

If Sorrow is deep regret over someone loved , there is nothing but regret here

It is a justice forever informed by the deepest kind of agony.