Quotes About Pain

She thought of the recurrent waves of pain that for some reason or other she and her husband had had to endure; of the invisible giants hurting her boy in some unimaginable fashion; of the incalculable amount of tenderness contained in the world; of the fate of this tenderness, which is either crushed or wasted, or transformed into madness; of neglected children humming to themselves in unswept corners; of beautiful weeds that cannot hide from the farmer.

A poet's purified truth can cause no pain, no offense. True art is above false honor.

She groped for words. I supplied them mentally (' He broke my heart. You merely broke my life').

For the human brain can become the best torture house of all those it has invented.

the awfulness of love and violets

Perhaps what matters is not the human pain or joy at all but, rather, the play of shadow and light on a live body, the harmony of trifles assembled...in a unique and inimitable way.

there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it...

And I still have other smothered memories, now unfolding themselves into limbless monsters of pain.

The only consciousness that persists in the hereafter is the consciousness of pain.

el veneno estaba en la herida y la herida permaneció siempre abierta

Él me destrozó el corazón. Tú apenas me destruiste la vida

Since I sometimes won the race between my fancy and nature's reality, the deception was bearable. Unbearable pain began when chance entered the fray and deprived me of the smile meant for me.

Oh, said Haze, poor me should know, I went through that when I was a kid: boys twisting one's hair, hurting one's breasts, flipping one's skirt.

I want you to know that no matter how much you hurt me, you cannot hurt my love, and this sentence (if we re-English it from the Zemblan) came out as: I desire you and love when you flog me.

A storm of sobs was filling my chest.

He broke my heart. You merely broke my life

A thread of subtle pain, Tugged at by playful death, released again But always present, ran through me.

El dolor quedó en mí, y a partir de entonces ella me hechizó, hasta que, al fin, veinticuatro años después, rompí el hechizo encarnándola en otra.

No," she said. "No, honey, no." She had never called me honey before. "No," she said, "it is quite out of the question. I would sooner go back to Cue. I mean—" She groped for words. I supplied them mentally ("He broke my heart. You merely broke my life").

the poison was in the wound, and the wound remained ever open..

And yet I shall try again: they are murdering me!--all right, all together once more: they are murdering me! and again: murdering... I want to write this in such a way that you will cover your ears, your membranaceous, simian ears that you hide under strands of beautiful feminine hair--but I know them, I see them, I pinch them, the cold little things, I worry them with my fingers to somehow warm them, bring them to life, render them human, force them to hear me.

The melacholy and the tenderness of mortal life; the passion and the pain; The claret tailight of that dwindling plane Off Hesperus; your gesture dismay On running out of cigarettes; the way You smile at dogs; the trail of silver slime Snails leave or flagstone; this good ink, this rhyme. This index card, this slender rubber band Which always forms, when dropped, an ampersand, Are found in Heaven by the newlydead Stored in its strongholds through the years.

I have hurt too much too many bodies with my twisted poor hands to be proud of them

On z?ama? mi serce. A Ty mi z?ama?e? tylko ?ycie.