Quotes About Pain

How could one express in words these emotions of the body? Express that emptiness there? It was one's body feeling, not one's mind. To want and not to have sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have - to want and want - how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again.

Heaven be praised, no one had heard her cry that ignominious cry, stop pain, stop! She had not obviously taken leave of her senses. No one had seen her step off her strip of board into the waters of annihilation.

It is the fate of the innocent to suffer.

But for us the tragedy was but just beginning; as in the case of other wounds the pain was drugged at the moment, and made itself felt afterwards when we began to move. There was pain in all our circumstances, or a dull discomfort, a kind of restlessness and aimlessness which was even worse. Misery of this kind tends to concentrate itself upon an object, if it can find one, and there was a figure, unfortunately, who would serve our purpose very well.

It was only by scorning all she met that she kept herself from tears, and the friction of people brushing past her was evidently painful.

Children, our lives have been gongs striking; clamour and boasting; cries of despair; blows on the nape of the neck in gardens.

But now the circle breaks. Now the current flows. Now we rush faster than before. Now passions that lay in wait down there in the dark weeds which grow at the bottom rise and pound us with their waves. Pain and jealousy, envy and desire, and something deeper than they are, stronger than love and more subterranean.

To be loved by Susan would be to be impaled by a bird's sharp beak, to be nailed to a barnyard door. Yet there are moments when I could wish to be speared by a beak, to be nailed to a barnyard door, positively, once and for all.

We are doomed, all of us. Women shuffle past with shopping bags. People keep on passing. Yet you shall not destroy me. For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.

Pareva più il ricordo del dolore che il dolore stesso.

Åžimdi ac?m? mendilime saraca??m. S?ms?k? düÄŸüm olacak.

Me produce un gran placer estar sola […] elimino el dolor que me produce la gente. Quizás sea el placer más fuerte que conozco.

life is pleasant, life is tolerable. Tuesday follows Monday, then comes Wednesday. The mind grows rings; the identity becomes robust; the pain is absorbed in growth.

To be loved by Susan would be to be impaled by a bird's sharp beak, to be nailed to a barnyard door.

AÅŸa-numita persoan? deprimat? care încearc? s? se sinucid? nu face asta din disperare sau din vreo convingere abstract?. Åži nici pentru c? dintr-o dat? ideea de a muri îi devine atr?g?toare. Persoana a c?rei agonie invizibl? a atins un nivel insuportabil se va sinucide la fel cum o persoan? va alege s? sar? de la fereastra unei înc?peri cuprinse de fl?c?ri.

Knowledge comes through suffering.

No temas más, dice el corazón, confiando su carga a algún mar que suspira colectivamente por todas las penas, un mar que se renueva, que comienza a moverse, que se detiene y cae.

It was bad, it was bad, it was infinitely bad!

There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child.

The fire you rubbed left its brand on the most vulnerable, most vicious and tender point of my body. Now I have to pay for your rasping the red rash too strongly, too soon, as charred wood has to pay for burning. When I remain without your caresses, I lose all control of my nerves, nothing exists any more than the ecstasy of friction, the abiding effect of your sting, of your delicious poison.

Él me destrozó el corazón. Tú destrozaste mi vida.

The shock of her death froze something in me. The child I loved, was gone, but I kept looking for her - long after I had left my own childhood behind. The poison was in the wound, you see. And the wound wouldn't heal.

We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives. I was a strong lad and survived; but the poison was in the wound, and the wound remained ever open

I suppose the pain of parting will be red and loud.