Quotes About Pain

La vida es un puñetazo en el estómago.

Porque en esta tierra mía de fracaso acumulado

que se desgrana y sigue con un Allegro fugaz. Sigue un Adagio, un nuevo Largo, un nuevo Allegro… A mitad del nuevo Allegro, pasando del re menor al la menor se me desquicia el alma: un fuerte acorde de dominante que al punto se trueca en piano, e irrumpe el segundo tema, el motivo insoportable con su carga de dolor. Once compases tan sólo de un pasaje que no termina: se derrumba en una cascada de lágrimas…

At the Lamaze class, they had me hold a block of ice for a full minute to stimulate labor pain, saying "Hee-haw, hee-haw," and doing my breathing excercises. They made the husbands try it first. Your father made it through the whole minute. The vision of him shouting "Hee-haw," cross-eyed with pain, was singular. The first really great laugh I've had in weeks.

On the lunatic fringe of Brexit – a fringe long enough to get in the eyes of rational governance – there is a belief that England can find itself only when the remnants of socialism and liberalism are burned off in the crucible of pain. Suffering is not a side effect of the great project; it is the medicine.

Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love.

From inside the thick of her grief, Lydia read. She read without lifting her eyes...only pausing when the ache in her shoulder or the pins and needles in her foot forced her to lift her eyes from the page, shift the pillows and turn the other way. Then her gaze would fall on the wallpaper with its pattern of roses and she would blink and wonder where in the world she was. Then, as she started to remember, thank God, there was the book, and she would slip under again, a sigh in her throat.

I'm floating. The absence of pain is powerful.

Hell goes round and round. In shape it is circular, and by nature it is interminable, repetitive, and nearly unbearable.

Do you know what I am going to tell you, he said with his wry mouth, a pint of plain is your only man. Notwithstanding this eulogy, I soon found that the mass of plain porter bears an unsatisfactory relation to its toxic content and I subsequently became addicted to brown stout in bottle, a drink which still remains the one that I prefer the most despite the painful and blinding fits of vomiting which a plurality of bottles has often induced in me.

All human nature vigorously resists grace because grace changes us and the change is painful.

She'd abandoned the animal she loved as she herself had been abandoned repeatedly in the past by people who had claimed to love her.

I think his lies hurt most of all because they stripped down the possibility of belief. I guess that's what betrayal does.

There's such an extreme feeling to be in love, especially in quite an emotionally destructive relationship, where you're both kind of really bad for each other, but you love each other so much. Those extreme emotions, I think, can only be described with extreme imagery.

Por qué algunos vendremos a este mundo sólo a sufrir?

It is not merely that people must die and people must suffer, if not here, then there. But what is dreadful is that the world goes on and people go on being stupidly cruel - in the old ways and all the time.

I felt total bad about it, and empty. Granpa said he knew how I felt, for he was feeling the same way. But Granpa said everything you lost which you had loved give you that feeling. He said the only way round it was not to love anything, which was worse because you would feel empty all the time. Granpa

He loves nature in spite of what it did to him.

Esta funesta inclinación nace de la constitución misma del hombre, de ese sentimiento primitivo, universal, invencible, que lo empuja hacia el bienestar y lo hace huir de la incomodidad, el esfuerzo y el dolor.

Now since man is naturally inclined to avoid pain -- and since labor is pain in itself -- it follows that men will resort to plunder whenever plunder is easier than work.

Ma vie est un désastre, mais personne ne le voit car je suis très poli : je souris tout le temps. Je souris parce que je pense que si l'on cache sa souffrance elle disparaît. Et dans un sens, c'est vrai : elle est invisible donc elle n'existe pas, puisque nous vivons dans le monde du visible, du vérifiable, du matériel. Ma douleur n'est pas matérielle ; elle est occultée. Je suis un négationniste de moi-même

L'amour le plus fort est celui qui n'est pas partagé. J'aurais préféré ne jamais le savoir, mais telle est la vérité: il n'y a rien de pire que d'aimer quelqu'un qui ne vous aime pas - et en même temps c'est la chose la plus belle qui me soit jamais arrivée. Aimer quelqu'un qui vous aime aussi, c'est du narcissisme. Aimer quelqu'un qui ne vous aime pas,ça, c'est de l'amour.

Car l'amour ce n'est pas seulement: souffrir ou faire souffrir. Cela peut aussi être les deux.

Je passe mes jours et mes nuits à tenter d'oublier Claire. C'est un travail à plein temps. Le matin, en me réveillant, je sais que telle sera ma seule occupation jusqu'au soir. J'ai un nouveau métier: oublieur de Claire. L'autre jour, à déjeuner, Jean Marie Périer m'a asséné : -Quand tu sais pourquoi tu aimes quelqu'un , c'est que tu ne l'aimes pas.