Quotes About Pain

I would sooner have fifty unnatural vices than one unnatural virtue. It is unnatural virtue that makes the world, for those who suffer, such a premature Hell.

As the door closed behind them, the painter flung himself down on a sofa, and a look of pain came into his face.

We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken.

The less said about life's sores the better.

I did not know it was such pain to die; I thought that life had taken all the agonies to itself.

the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness, and the memories of pleasure their pain.

I cannot sympathize with that. It is too ugly, too horrible, too distressing. There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathize with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores, the better.

A un niño con quemaduras le gusta el fuego

Detrás de toda hermosura hay algo trágico

The hand upon his shoulder weighed like a hand of lead. It was intolerable. It seemed to crush him.

I can sympathize with everything except suffering. I cannot sympathize with that. It is too ugly, too horrible, too distressing.

Yaln?zca s?? kiÅŸiler bir duygudan kurtulmak için y?llar?n geçmesini beklerler. Kendinin efendisi olan bir insan, nas?l kolayca bir zevk icat edebilirse, ac?s?n? da ayn? kolayl?kla sona erdirebilir.

Even when one has been wounded by it, Harry? asked the duchess after a pause. Especially when one has been wounded by it, answered Lord Henry.

Suffering is one very long moment.

El sufrimiento -por curioso que esto pueda parecerte- es el medio por el que existimos, y es el único medio por el que somos conscientes de existir; y el recuerdo del sufrimiento en el pasado nos es necesario como garantía, evidencia, de nuestra identidad continuada.

El dolor es una herida que sangra en cuanto la roza cualquier mano que no sea la del amor, y que sangra, aunque ya sin sufrir cuando esta la toca.

La verdad es una cosa muy dolorosa de oír y de manifestar

Sibyl Vane to love me! I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain. My God, Harry, how I worship her! He was walking up and down the room as he spoke. Hectic spots of red burned on his cheeks. He was terribly excited.

I suffered immensely. Then it passed away. I cannot repeat an emotion. No one can, except sentimentalists.

but I, once a lord of language, have no words in which to express my anguish and my shame...

As he thought of it, a sharp pang of pain struck through him like a knife and made each delicate fibre of his nature quiver.

Ruhun ac?s?n? ancak duyular al?r, nas?l ki duyular?n ac?s?n? alabilecek tek ?ey de ruhtur.

It was useless. The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination, made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain, danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving masks.

Yüzeysel hüzünler, yüzeysel aÅŸklar uzun ömürlüdür. Büyük aÅŸklar, büyük ac?larsa kendi büyüklüklerine kurban olurlar.