Quotes About Pain

Therefore, foolish is the man who says that he fears death, not because it will cause pain when it arrives but because anticipation of it is painful.

Pleasure and pain moreover supply the motives of desire and of avoidance, and the springs of conduct generally. This being so, it clearly follows that actions are right and praiseworthy only as being a means to the attainment of a life of pleasure. But that which is not itself a means to anything else, but to which all else is a means, is what the Greeks term the telos, the highest, ultimate or final Good.

By pleasure we mean the absence of pain in the body and of trouble in the soul. It

Bukan kekurangan yang menyakitkan, tetapi menanggung rasa iri yang timbul dari angan-angan yang sia-sia.

Quando o prazer está presente, desde que seja ininterrupto, não há dor nem do corpo, nem da mente, nem de ambos ao mesmo tempo

A magnitude do prazer atinge seu máximo limite na remoção de toda dor.

A dor contínua não dura muito tempo no corpo; pelo contrário, a dor, se extrema, está presente por um curto tempo.

And often we consider pains superior to pleasures when submission to the pains for a long time brings us as a consequence a greater pleasure.

Nenhum prazer é em si mesmo mau, mas as coisas que produzem certos prazeres acarretam aborrecimentos muitas vezes maiores do que os próprios prazeres.

além disso, lhes ensinassem a limitar seus desejos, nunca teríamos nenhuma falha a encontrar com tais pessoas, pois elas seriam então preenchidas com prazeres que transbordariam por todos os lados e estariam livres de toda dor,

The magnitude of pleasure reaches its limit in the removal of all pain. When pleasure is present, so long as it is uninterrupted, there is no pain either of body or of mind or of both together.

sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will make me cry by myself in a corner for hours.

Not that I want to go, of course. I'll be like the rest of you, clinging on desperately and screaming for more morphine.

fire applied to the soles of the feet," prolonged sleep deprivation, immersion in cold water, and water forced down the throat to the point of suffocation.

You want to put a band-aid on something that needs stitches.

People know your tragedies and they treat you like you're not human. Like you're a three-headed goat. A monster from some other planet. They keep reminding you of your pain. You see how they look at me? They're stuck on that person I used to be. They can't see that old life as just a moment in time that I've moved on from. It was a horrible life.

She had no fear of dogs. It was man she wished to leave behind, and her senses told her they were not near. But now she feared him more than ever. Not only could his hands chain and pen one up, but he could make the terrifying thunder noises that hurt the ears and that somehow reached out like a long, invisible whip and brought pain such as that which now tore at her.

I didn't understand at all that the memories accumulated during years of happiness could weigh enough to balance so large a loss, or that the mind will sometimes find a way to free the heart from pain.

Abandonment - and that's precisely what it is-is never a solution. It never takes away pain, but only adds to it.

When you actually see the suffering, you must lament. And what have we seen in our cities? Many of us have made the choice to get as far from the inner city as possible—to remove ourselves from the pain and suffering.

To renounce a full life and its real joys in order to avoid pain is neither Christian nor human.

Stifter once said, "Pain is a holy angel, who shows treasures to men which otherwise remain forever hidden; through him men have become greater than through all joys of the world.

I trust and believe that it is a circumstance which can hardly occur. But if it ever should, and even if I should experience as much pain in such an event, as I have found hitherto encouragement and pleasure in the reverse, believe me it is impossible that it should shake the sentiments of affection and friendship which I bear towards you, and which I must be forgetful and insensible indeed if I ever could part with.

My heart was an onion making me cry.