Quotes About Pain

I have sat through an Italian opera, til, for sheer pain, and inexplicable anguish, I have rushed out into the noisiest places of the crowded street, to solace myself with sounds which I was not obliged to follow and get rid of the distracting torment of endless, fruitless, barren attention!

He was dying all his life.

To survive the day is triumph enough for the walking wounded among the great many of us.

One day of pleasure is worth two of sorrow.

When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute, and it's longer than any hour. That's relativity.

The man with a toothache thinks everyone happy whose teeth are sound. The poverty-stricken man makes the same mistake about the rich man.

The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.

Hands have not tears to flow.

There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.

Someone asked me... how I felt and I was reminded of a story that a fellow townsman of ours used to tell - Abraham Lincoln. They asked him how he felt once after an unsuccessful election. He said he felt like a little boy who has stubbed his toe in the dark. He said that he was too old to cry, but it hurt too much to laugh.

There are people who have an appetite for grief; pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs which must be fed on poisoned bread, natures so doomed that no prosperity can sooth their ragged and dishevelled desolation.

Love conquers all things except poverty and a toothache.

Many people pray as if God were a big aspirin pill; they come only when they hurt.

In durance vile here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

I believe that this neglected, wounded inner child of the past is the major source of human misery.

The pain of leaving those you grow to love is only the prelude to understanding yourself and others.

A sharp knife cuts the quickest and hurts the least.

Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of thorns.

Misery is a communicable disease.

I can tell where my own shoe pinches me.

I am disgrac'd, impeach'd and baffled here, - Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear.

After pleasant scratching comes unpleasant smarting.

The deeper the sorrow the less tongue it hath.

Every noble crown is, and on earth will ever be, a crown of thorns.