Quotes About Pain

And that's the whole point. The mind, Doctor. It's everything. If you think you have a pain in your arm and there's no physical reason for it, you don't hurt any less.

We become fondly attached to objects and pursuits, frequently for no conceivable reason but the pain and trouble they cost us. In proportion to the danger in which they involve us do we cherish them. Our darling potion is the poison that scorches our vitals.

Death was a sweet relief for my present miseries, and I vehemently longed for its arrival.

Sex can sometimes become the most horrible of tasks.

It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

My pain may be the reason for somebody's laugh. But my laugh must never be the reason for somebody's pain.

Heaven without love : what a hell. (Paradis sans amour : voilà ce qu'est l'enfer)

The ivy of the old age begins at the feet that hurt. (Le lierre de la vieillesse - Commence aux pieds qui blessent.)

The sword of love pierces even the flesh. (L'épée de l'amour Transperce même la chair)

We don't build the ruins. Our soul is in hate. (On ne construit des ruines. - Notre âme est dans la haine.)

I am at the moment deaf in the ears, hoarse in the throat, red in the nose, green in the gills, damp in the eyes, twitchy in the joints and fractious in temper from a most intolerable and oppressive cold.

"Are you in pain, dear mother?" "I think there's a pain somewhere in the room," said Mrs. Gradgrind, "but I couldn't positively say that I have got it."

The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry--I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart--God knows what its name was--that tears started to my eyes.

On the eve of long voyages or an absence of many years, friends who are tenderly attached will seperate with the usual look, the usual pressure of the hand, planning one final interview for the morrow, while each well knows that it is but a poor feint to save the pain of uttering that one word, and the meeting will never be. Should possibilities be worse to bear than certainties?

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you keep living, day after day after terrible day.

El recuerdo de lo que ha pasado me hace casi esperar que te duela. Pero al cabo de muy poco tiempo te olvidarás con alegría, como de un sueño improductivo del cual por fortuna despertaste. ¡Que seas feliz en la vida que has elegido!

se there was a matter of half a ream of brown paper stuck upon me, from first to last. As I laid all of a heap in our kitchen, plastered all over, you might have thought I was a large brown-paper parcel, chock full of nothing but groans. Did I groan loud, Wackford, or did I groan soft?' asked Mr Squeers, appealing to his son.

Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief itself arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain.

voy a decirte lo que es un amor verdadero. Es una devoción ciega que para nada tiene en cuenta la propia humillación, la absoluta sumisión, la confianza y la fe, contra uno mismo y contra el mundo entero, y que entrega el propio corazón y la propia alma al que los destroza..., como hice yo.

A man who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me by the chin.

but everything in our intercourse did give me pain. Whatever her tone with me happened to be, I could put no trust in it, and build no hope on it; and yet I went on against trust and against hope. Why repeat it a thousand times? So it always was.