Quotes About Pain

We must learn to suffer more.

I see the eyes but not the tears This is my affliction.

The pain of living and the drug of dreams curl up the small soul in the window seat.

Who then devised the torment? Love.

Nessun maggior dolore Che di ricordar del tempo felice Nella miseria. . . .

And last, the rending pain of re-enactment Of all that you have done, and been; the shame Of things ill done and done to others' harm Which once you took for exercise of virtue. Then fools' approval stings, and honour stains.

Pain is the opposite of joy But joy is a kind of pain

God shapes us with a hammer of pain on an anvil of duty. I cannot imagine what shape we will be when He is finished.

A couple I once knew from my university days told me, when they had their first child, that they had given a hostage to Fate and would never be comfortable again. I understand now. It hurts to love. It hurts to care.

The solitary mind probes at an ugly thought as a wound, constantly seeing if the pain is less, and in doing so keeps it alive beyond is time.

I . . . should have known . . . that my . . . torment was not yet finished, my guilt not forgiven.

Why is it that men think they are brave and women are weak? Women see more blood and pain than men ever do, unless men are fighting - and that is foolish blood.

A cross between a foreign legion boot-camp and a secret-society initiation ritual, the ordeals were grounded in pain. One thing was obvious: the agenda, which was dedicated to grave discomfort, had been drawn up by a passionate sadist.

Her immediate, instinctive response was to distract herself with physical pain. She wanted to go to the kitchen and get a knife and cut herself to relieve the pressure and clear her mind.

It's harder to heal than it is to kill.

My heart bleeds buttermilk. -Daine

I said I fell down. Ah. The ground bloodied your nose, split yer lip, and punched ye in th' eye, all at once. I said I don't want to talk about it.

At last the King's Champion straightened with a groan, her free hand going to her lower back. Nobody ever says that, even with healers, your body still adds up your breaks and bruises, then gives you the bill in your mid-thirties, she said wryly.

If you want the truth, doctor, every day feels like a ritual punishment I have to endure before I'm allowed to die.

She braced herself for the pain of the perfect horn breaking her heart.

Despair, the worst of all the deadly sins, since it is denial of the self, of the god-in-self, since it is so seductive, like the snow-death, so warm. Ah, who would tear himself to pieces when he might lie down in such arms, in comfort, and cease. Bless you, my despair, my dear and loving despair. So painlessly you take my pain away. Oh Father, by no means dash the cup from my lips -

Sivesh cried one name aloud. It was the name of Azhrarn, and in that name was all the pain and loneliness and despair and accusation that any mortal throat could utter.

All at once she saw a young man bound on a wheel of iron; his hair was black, his white body marbed with purple wounds, and his face forever empty.

Many in Jebba who had fallen foul of Hasmun had had cause to dread that reliable return, darkness which brought jeweled stares and jeweled pins and pain jeweled with tears and sweat.