Quotes About Pain

They burst into cries, wailing, streaming live tears that gained us nothing —what good can come of grief?

Zeus the Father who marshals ranks of storm clouds gave commands, "Leap to it then. Launch Athena against him— the queen of plunder, she's the one—his match, a marvel at bringing Ares down in pain.

Stones and blows and I are hardly strangers. My heart is steeled by now, I've had my share of pain in the waves and wars. Add this to the total. Bring the trial on.

So his heart held firm and constant, but he writhed around, as when a man rotates a sausage full of fat and blood; the huge fire blazes, and he longs to have the roasting finished.

scattering medicines that still pain, healed him, since he was not made to be one of the mortals.

Your arrows for my tears.

As it is, you lie mangled here, and my heart rejects all thought of food. Not that I lack it. I lack you.

I've had my share of pain the waves and wars. Add this to the total. Bring the trial on.

You fill my heart with a pain for which i find no cure

there's no good way to lose a loved one—just, in the words of one twenty-six-year-old woman, "different kinds of hell.

Isn't there something I can talk about that won't remind you that you wish you were dead?' I asked. 'No,' she said.

In an election speech in 1936, he said: I have seen blood running from the wounded. I have seen men coughing out their gassed lungs. I have seen the dead in the mud. I have seen cities destroyed. I have seen two hundred limping, exhausted men come out of line – the survivors of a regiment of one thousand that went forward forty-eight hours before. I have seen children starving. I have seen the agony of mothers and wives. I hate war.

The study of physics is also an adventure. You will find it challenging, some?times frustrating, occasionally painful, and often richly rewarding.

Cause my heart said a long time ago, Buddy tuck your tail and run. Cause it ain't love, When you're stuck on the wrong end of the gun Well, you put your finger on that trigger And you shot me where I stood. I found out the hard way. I loved you more than I should.

In San Francisco - life goes on. Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain. The sound of music floats down a dark street. A young girl looks out a window and wishes she were married. A drunk sleeps under a bridge. It is tomorrow.

You will be flogged for being right and flogged for being wrong, and it hurts both ways--but it doesn't hurt as much when you're right.

I hate pain, despite my ability to tolerate it beyond all known parameters, which is not necessarily a good thing.

I still suffer hate and pain in my heart every time I see the word Duke on a TV screen, and that rotten Thing happened nine years ago when that Swine Christian Laettner hit that impossible last-second shot against Kentucky. I still have a Memory Block about it -- but as I recall it was in the East Regional final that is still known as the Best basketball game ever played. Geez, it Was and remains the Worst Shock I've experienced in my Life.

The exact meaning of the First Noble Truth is this: Life (in the condition it has got itself into) is dislocated. Something has gone wrong. It is out of joint. As its pivot is not true, friction (interpersonal conflict) is excessive, movement (creativity) is blocked, and it hurts.

it is an ocean of burning oil I am cast adrift upon, no sea's repose; I pass from waking agonies… to the semiconscious trance of torment in which the smaller, earlier, deeper rings of the brain know only that the nerves scream, the body aches, and there is no one to turn crying to for comfort.

Probably the most blood came when I used a cheese grater on his knees.

His headache was still sitting over his right eye as if it had been nailed there.

He shrugged his shoulders to shift the pain of failure---the pain that is so much greater than the pleasure of success.

He shrugged his shoulders to shift the pain of failure Ã¢â'¬â€œ the pain of failure that is so much greater than the pleasure of success.