Quotes About Pain

Let misery hide itself in silence, otherwise it becomes treason.

El exceso del dolor como el exceso de la alegría, es una cosa violenta que dura poco: el corazón del hombre no puede durar mucho en un extremo.

Y la memoria es el tormento de los celosos

At the hour of civilization through which we are now passing, and which is still so sombre, the miserable's name is Man; he is agonizing in all climes, and he is groaning in all languages.

During the years of suffering he reachd the conclusion that life was war in which he was one of the defeated. Hatred was his onlt weapon, and he resolved to sharpen it in prison and carry it with him when he left.

They were moments when she was suddenly reminded of her child, and perhaps also of the man she had loved; the breaking of links with the past is a painful thing.

Melancholy is a twilight. Suffering melts into it in sombre joy.

in becoming malicious he only picked up the weapon with which he had been wounded. He

Kada si u najvecim mukama i kada ti se dusa grci od bola,kada se ne zna da li si ziv ili mrtav,ipak se tada za one koje volis uvek nadje neznosti u izobilju.Po tome se poznaju velike duse.Kad sve iscezne ostaje samo ljubav.

L'âme qui aime et qui souffre est à l'état sublime.

Great grief contains dejection. They discourage existence.

It is the same with wretchedness as with everything else. It ends by becoming bearable.

ViaÈ›a este pierderea neîntrerupt? a tot ce iubim.

Injustice had made her sulle, and misery had made her ugly.

The utmost extremity of degradation is the obscene merriment to which it gives rise.

It is the property of grief to cause the childish side of man to reappear.

He did not seek to efface pain in forgetfulness, he sought to elevate it and to dignify it with hope. He would say, Be careful how you turn to the dead. Don't think of the rotting. Hold your gaze and you will see the living light of your dearly loved departed up above in heaven.

It is chiefly at the moment when there is the greatest need for attaching them to the painful realities of life, that the threads of thought snap within the brain.

I bear the dungeon within me; within me is winter, ice, despair; I have darkness in my soul.

Senin vazifen, unutmak veya ölmek... Azab?ndan kime ne!

L'eccesso del dolore, come l'eccesso della gioia, sono stati d'animo violenti, che durano poco. Il cuore dell'uomo non può restare a lungo in estremo.

One would have called it a luminous wound.

A vida não passa de uma longa perda de tudo o que amamos.

She had already suffered so much that she reflected with the lugubrious air of an old woman.