Quotes About Pain

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I felt sensations of a peculiar and overpowering nature: they were a mixture of pain and pleasure, such as I had never before experienced, either from hunger or cold, warmth or food; and I withdrew from the window, unable to bear these emotions.

Nada hay más doloroso para el espíritu humano, tras la excitación que provoca la rápida sucesión de los acontecimientos, como esa calma mortal de apatía y certidumbre que la sigue, y priva al alma de toda esperanza y temor.

Non c'è niente di più doloroso per la mente umana di un improvviso, assoluto cambiamento.

Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to the mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on the rock. I wished sometimes to shake off all thought and feeling, but I learned that there was but one means to overcome the sensation of pain, and that was death—a state which I feared yet did not understand.

He raised her, and smiled with such kindness and affection that I felt sensations of a peculiar and overpowering nature: they were a mixture of pain and pleasure, such as I have never before experienced, either from hunger or cold, warmth or food; and I withdrew from the window, unable to bear these emotions.

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Nada é mais doloroso para a alma humana do que a lassidão, o trágico marasmo, que sobrevêm à rápida seqüência de fatos e sentimentos tumultuosos, como a paisagem desoladora da floresta após a passagem destruidora da tormenta

I, the miserable and the abandoned, am an abortion, to be spurned at, and kicked, and trampled on

Ma viene poi il momento in cui il dolore, più che una necessità, è un lusso, e il sorriso che gioca sulle labbra non viene bandito, anche se può essere considerato sacrilego.

sorrow only increased with knowledge

Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. The

Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to the mind, when it has once seized on it, like a lichen on the rock. I wished sometimes to shake off all thought and feeling; but I learned that there was but one means to overcome the sensation of pain, and that was death- a state I feared yet did not understand.

los mismos sueños que me habían servido de sustento y solaz durante tanto tiempo, se habían convertido ahora en un infierno para mí.

So much does suffering blunt even the coarsest sensations of men

Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to the mind, when it has once seized on it, like a lichen on the rock. I wished sometimes to shake off all thought and feeling; but I learned that there was but one means to overcome the sensation of pain, and that was death — a state which I feared yet did not understand. I admired virtue and good feelings, and loved the gentle manners and amiable qualities of my cottagers; but

En mi alegría arrime una mano a las llamas, pero tuve que retirarla rápidamente con un grito de dolor ¡Que extraño me resulto que la misma causa produjera efectos tan opuestos!

Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. The sun might shine, or the clouds might lour; but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day before.

The labours I endured were no longer to be alleviated by the bright sun or gentle breezes of spring; all joy was but a mockery, which insulted my desolate state, and made me feel more painfully that I was not made for the enjoyment of pleasure.

What is there in our nature that is for ever urging us on towards pain and misery? We are not formed for enjoyment; and, however we may be attuned to the reception of pleasureable emotion, disappointment is the never-failing pilot of our life's bark, and ruthlessly carries us on to the shoals.

I am sorry that I am alive to feel this misery and horror.

Why did I not die? More miserable than man ever was before, why did I not sink into forgetfulness and rest? Death snatches away many blooming children, the only hopes of their doating parents: how many brides and youthful lovers have been one day in the bloom of health and hope, and the next a prey for worms and the decay of the tomb! Of what materials was I made, that I could thus resist so many shocks, which, like the turning of the wheel, continually renewed the torture.

Al final llega el día en el que el dolor es más bien una complacencia que una necesidad, y la sonrisa que juega en los labios, aunque parezca un maldito sacrilegio, ya no se oculta.

had saved a human being from destruction, and, as a recompence, I now writhed under the miserable pain of a wound, which scattered the flesh and bone. The feelings of kindness and gentleness, which I had entertained but