Quotes About Pain

a face which would have been a very fine one but for its haggardness. Whether this haggardness had aught to do with criminality, could not be determined; since, as intense heat and cold, though unlike, produce like sensations, so innocence and guilt, when, through casual association with mental pain, stamping any visible impress, use one seal--a hacked one.

Ay! La felicidad busca la luz y por eso creemos que el mundo es alegre. Sin embargo, el sufrimiento se oculta en la distancia, y por eso pensamos que el sufrimiento no existe.

Ah, la felicidad busca la luz, por eso juzgamos que el mundo es alegre; pero el dolor se esconde en la soledad, por eso juzgamos que el dolor no existe.

Para un ser sensible, la pena supone muchas veces dolor. Y cuando por fin uno se da cuenta de que esta pena no aporta una ayuda efectiva, el sentido común ordena al alma que se deshaga de ella.

Wild and cruel case, youth ever thinks; but mistakenly; for Experience well knows, that action, though it seems an aggravation of woe, is really an alleviative; though permanently to alleviate pain, we must first dart some added pangs.

Here the sons of adversity meet the children of calamity, and here the children of calamity meet the offspring of sin.

Mutluluk ???kla cilveleÅŸir, biz de dünyan?n neÅŸe dolu olduÄŸunu düÅŸünürüz. Oysa ?zd?rap uzaklarda saklan?r, bizde ?zd?rap yok san?r?z.

maintenant qu'il connaissait cette douleur Muzil la craignait par-dessus tout, ça se lisait désormais dans son oeil la panique d'une souffrance qui n'est plus maîtrisée à l'intérieur du corps mais provoquée artificiellement par une intervention extérieure au foyer du mal sous prétexte de la juguler, il était lair que pour Muzil cette souffrance était plus abominable que sa souffrance intime, devenue familière

Dans la cour de l'hôpital éclairée par ce soleil de juin qui devenait la pire injure au malheur, je compris, pour la première fois car quand Stéphane l'avait dit je n'avais pas voulu le croire, que Muzil allait mourir, incessament sous peu, et cette certitude me défigura dans le regard des passants qui me croisaient, ma face en bouille s'écoulait dans mes pleurs et volait en morceaux dans mes cris, j'étais fou de douleur, j'étais le Cri de Munch.

Memories... are always blinding. They cause you pain... and sorrow.

There's a special place kept for the person who first breaks your heart.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.

but sing no more this bitter tale that wears my heart away

Sing, goddess, of Achilles' ruinous anger Which brought ten thousand pains to the Achaeans, And cast the souls of many stalwart heroes To Hades, and their bodies to the dogs And birds of prey.

For of all creatures that breathe and creep about on the earth, there is none so miserable as man.

Must you have battle in your heart forever? The bloody toil of combat? Old contender, will you not yield to the immortal gods? That nightmare cannot die, being eternal evil itself – horror, and pain, and chaos; there is no fighting her, no power can fight her. All that avails is flight.

Grief wrapped around her, eating at her heart. The house was full of chairs but she could not bear to sit upright.

and Terror and Rout and relentless Strife stormed too, sister of manslaughtering Ares, Ares' comrade-in-arms— Strife, only a slight thing when she first rears her head but her head soon hits the sky as she strides across the earth. Now Strife hurled down the leveler Hate amidst both sides, wading into the onslaught, flooding men with pain.

We men are wretched things

Ay, ay, cómo culpan los mortales a los dioses!, pues de nosotros, dicen, proceden los males. Pero también ellos por su estupidez soportan dolores más allá de lo que les corresponde.

Stand strong, my heart; through even worse pain you have suffered. (??????? ??, ??????· ??? ???????? ???? ???? ?????.) Odyssey, Rhapsody 20:18

But it gained us nothing —what good can come of grief?

Sing, Goddess, Achilles' rage, Black and murderous, that cost the Greeks Incalculable pain, pitched countless souls Of heroes into Hades' dark, And left their bodies to rot as feasts For dogs and birds, as Zeus' will was done.