Quotes About Pain

Neither the heart cut by a sliver of glass in a wasteland of thorns, nor the atrocious waters seen in the corners of certain houses, waters like eyelids and eyes, could hold your waist in my hands when my heart lifts its oak trees toward your unbreakable thread of snow.   Night sugar, spirit of crowns, redeemed human blood, your kisses banish me, and a surge of water with remnants of the sea strikes the silences that wait for you surrounding the worn-out chairs, wearing doors away.

while inside, a ferocious love wound around and around me-till it pierced me with its thorns, its sword, slashing a seared road through my heart 100 Love Sonnets by Pablo Neruda, translated by Stephen Tapscott

From one hell to another, what difference? In the howling of your legions, in the holy milk of the mothers of Spain, in the milk and the bosoms trampled along the roads, there is one more village, one more silence, a broken door. Here

En esta historia sólo yo me muero y moriré de amor porque te quiero, porque te quiero, amor, a sangre y fuego.

De pena en pena cruza sus islas el amor y establece raíces que luego riega el llanto, y nadie puede, nadie puede evadir los pasos del corazón que corre callado y carnicero.

Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido

Cuanto te habrá dolido acostumbrarte a mí, a mi alma sola y salvaje, a mi nombre que todos ahuyentan.

Why did you pour tender fire so quickly, over my life's cool leaves? Who pointed the way to you? What flower, what rock, what smoke showed you where I live? …while inside, a ferocious love wound around and around me?till it pierced me with its thorns, its sword, slashing a seared road through my heart.

Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa, y éstos los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

Ve bana diyordu ki: GittiÄŸin yerde ac?lar?m?zdan söz et, anlat kardeÅŸim, aÅŸa??da bu cehennemde yaÅŸayan kardeÅŸinden söz et

The heart knows no pain sharper than love's arrow.

Language doesn't heal terror and if it brings us closer to imagining the sufferer's experience, this too doesn't necessarily make us feel greater compassion, but desire for further sensation. If we cannot articulate pain beyond inspiring in the listener a need for revenge, we only speak of and to the body.

There are three principles to remember if you are to teach a human being anything, and they are consistency, consistency, consistency.They are such fragile creatures to begin with, with poor eyes, poorer hearing, and no sense of smell left to speak of, it's no wonder they are made of fear. Some centuries ago they moved inside and with that move went nine-tenths of their intuition. It is almost unmerciful to make them live so long when they spend their lives in so much pain.

She told me that you get to have only one true love, and once you've found it, whether you kept it or lost it, you'd never recover...Accepting that was the hardest part.

N.B. I think this is from a hymn.) O joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to thee; I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain, That morn shall tearless be.

At six months, 36 percent of patients reported new-onset fatigue, 20 percent reported widespread pain, and 45 percent reported neurocognitive difficulties.

Waiting Hurts. Forgetting Hurts. But not knowing which decision to take is the worst of suffering.

The body is a treacherous friend. Give it its due; no more. Pain and pleasure are transitory; endure all dualities with calmness, trying at the same time to remove yourself beyond their power. Imagination is the door through which disease as well as healing enters. Disbelieve in the reality of sickness even when you are ill; an unrecognized visitor will flee!

By ignoble whips of pain, man is driven at last into the Infinite Presence, whose beauty alone should lure him.

The body is a treacherous friend. Give it its due; no more," he said. "Pain and pleasure are transitory; endure all dualities with calmness, while trying at the same time to remove their hold. Imagination is the door through which disease as well as healing enters. Disbelieve in the reality of sickness even when you are ill; an unrecognised visitor will flee!

The deeper our faith, the more doubt we must endure; the deeper our hope, the more prone we are to despair; the deeper our love, the more pain its loss will bring: these are a few of the paradoxes we must hold as human beings. If we refuse to hold them in the hopes of living without doubt, despair, and pain, we also find ourselves living without faith, hope, and love.

No one looks him in the face now, it's as if his grief frightens them. What are they afraid of? That one day they'll have to endure pain like this? Or that they never will, that they're incapable of it, because grief's only ever as deep as the love it's replaced.

grief's only ever as deep as the love it's replaced.

Nobody looks him in the face now, it's as if his grief frightens them. What are they afraid of? That one day they'll have to endure pain like this? Or that they never will, that they're incapable of it, because grief's only ever as deep as the love it's replaced.