Quotes About Pain

Poetry is just so emo." he said. "Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul.

Memories are the height of poetry only when they are memories of happiness. When they graze wounds over which scars have formed they become an aching pain.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

As in art, poetry, music, etc., the best theology is worked out in pain

Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.

The poet is a pretender. / He pretends so completely, / that he even pretends that it is pain / the pain he really feels.

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.

I think most good poetry is about suffering; I think that's what underlies the love in these landays pieces - suffering and longing.

I think that when you reveal things that are going to cause pain, you have rhetorical resources in poetry.

Writhe and sway to music's pain searing with asides, caress death with a lover's touch for it shall be your bride.

The secret of poetry is cruelty.

There is no greater sorrowThan to recall a happy timeWhen miserable.

Ya got cigarettes?" she asks. "Yes, " I say, "I got cigarettes." "Matches?" she asks."Enough to burn Rome." "Whiskey?""Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain." "You drunk?" "Not yet.

That loss is common would not makeMy own less bitter, rather more:Too common! Never morning woreTo evening, but some heart did break.

All he did was breathe life into my soul. I was a conquest. An easy one, and you don't know how badly it hurts to know that I was used and tried for a time. Then thrown back.

I hear you knocking but I can't let you in. The last time almost killed me. Love, My heart

Though I knew how this failure would hurt you, I had to fold like a grey moth and let go.You could not believe I was more than your echo.

Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears.

Half of us is easy, the other half is hard. Even though we do our best, we end up being scarred.

Nations are born out of travail and suffering

Today there were fear, hatred, and pain, but no dignity of emotion, no deep or complex sorrows.

The destruction, it is just very heart-rendering.

Dealing with pain for surviving on this thirsty concrete