Quotes About Pain

I hate her and i love her. don't ask me why. it's the way i feel, that's all, and it hurts.

I hate and i love well, why do i, you probably ask i don't know, but i know it's happening and it hurts.

L'animo riposato aver solìa, ed era nuovo che fosse dolore: e or me n'ha così fornito Amore!

I am not myself. As you know, better than anyone. You have seen how I am, these last months. I don't know how to explain it, it is beyond any words that I have to describe. But it is as if there is a tempest in my mind, and I cannot see through the murk of it. I cannot think clearly—indeed, much of the time I cannot think at all. There is only a weight in my heart, a formless dread that shapes itself into pain. And then a greater dread of more pain

There are confederates lying in this hospital, they say; so there is union at last, a united states of pain.

I understood that I was being shown the future: shards of what would come to be. Often, I cried out for the pain of it. But other times, I was comforted, because I saw, for an instant, the pattern of the whole.

Later, when he was able to grasp it between shaking hands and pour a trickle into his mouth, the pain of swallowing made him pass out again. In his dreams, he was once again bound on the sloping ladder, the water cascading into his mouth, his own involuntary swallowing pulling the narrow length of linen farther and farther into his gut.

For some crime committed by my ancestors in the dark and forgotten days, I came into the world already tarred and feathered. With shyness. It hurts terribly -- every bit as much as hot tar choking every pore -- and I wish I could be rid of it. But it hurts a lot less than having someone try and peel the shyness off. That's like being flayed alive.

Like everything perfect, he set up a ferocious pain inside me -- a flickering, griping sort of pain, because nothing as marvelous as that is ever within reach, is it? Nothing as beautiful can ever last.

I am gall, I am heartburn.

Ik leef, fluisterde hij, ik adem. En ik beweeg. Ik adem, ik beweeg, dus ik leef. Wat kan er nog gebeuren? Er kunnen rampen komen, pijnen, verschrikkingen. Maar ik leef. Ik kan opgesloten zijn, of door gruwelijke ziekten worden bezocht. Maar steeds adem ik, en beweeg ik. En ik leef.

Give me a shot to remember And you can take all the pain away from me A kiss and I will surrender The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead A light to burn all the empires So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be And I'm in love with all of those vampires So you can leave like the sane abandoned me

Her paintings formed a visual diary, an outward manifestation of her inward dialog that was, all too often, a scream of pain.

The priest was no different from the others now. He lay on the ground. His legs were crushed under a girder. He couldn't feel a thing. His pain went unfelt. In five minutes at mot he would burn to death. He thought: That's the reward for being keen.

One of the advantages of a great sorrow is that nothing else seems painful.

Desires are but pain and torment, and enjoyment is sweet because it delivers us from them.

From that moment our love became sad, and sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection.

Oh, cruel ennui! It must be by mistake that those who have invented the torments of hell have forgotten to ascribe thee the first place among them.

All is mystery except our pain.

E tu, cui già dal cominciar degli anni sempre onorata invoco, bella Morte, pietosa tu sola al mondo dei terreni affanni[…] chiudi alla luce omai questi occhi tristi […] nel mio sangue innocente non ricolmar di lode, non benedir, com'usa per antica viltà l'umana gente

Oh in youth, when hope has a long road ahead and the way of memory is short, [15] how sweet it is remembering what happened, though it was sad, and though the pain endures!

È cosa notata che il gran dolore (come ogni grande passione) non ha linguaggio esterno.

Incaute voci Spande il tuo labbro : i destinati eventi Move arcano consiglio. Arcano è tutto, Fuor che il nostro dolor. Voix inutiles Verse ta lèvre : c'est un secret vouloir Qui meut les destinées. Tout est secret Hormis notre douleur. (Ultimo canto di Saffo, Dernier chant de Sappho)

Solo il mio cor piaceami, e col mio core In un perenne ragionar sepolto, Alla guardia seder del mio dolore. Seul me plaisait mon coeur, et d'être enseveli Dans un échange éternel avec lui, Siégeant à la garde de ma douleur. (il primo amore, le premier amour)