Quotes About Pain

But I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like moulten lead.

My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore,––in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story. And that would woo her.

For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

Dolor moderado indica amor; dolor en exceso, pura necedad.

Invinge durerea, razi cat se poate, caci tot la zi ajunge si cea mai lunga noapte...

I have too grieved a heart To take a tedious leave. Thus losers part.

Tráigame un cirujano, tengo herido el cerebro.

Now my soul's palace is become a prison; Ah, would she break from hence, that this my body Might in the ground be closed up in rest! For never henceforth shall I joy again, Never, O never, shall I see more joy!

Poor soul, the center of my sinful Earth.

His injury the gaoler to his pity.

I pray thee, peace. I will be flesh and blood, For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods And made a push at chance and sufferance.

I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it.

One woe doth tread upon another's heel. So fast they follow.

think our country sinks beneath the yoke. It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds. I

Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it

My particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.

Não podeis ministrar algum remédio A um espírito enfermo, e da memória Arrancar-lhe uma dor enraizada, Apagar-lhe os escrúpulos gravados Na alma? Não conheceis algum nepente Capaz de lhe extirpar a um peito inquieto A matéria que pesa insuportável No coração?

This was the most unkindest cut of all;

Bah! querido, un fuego sofoca a otro fuego, un dolor se aminora por la angustia de otro dolor: hazte mudable y busca remedio en la contraria mudanza; cura una desesperación con otra desesperación, haz que absorban tus ojos un nuevo veneno y el antiguo perderá su ponzoñosa acritud.

Gib Worte deinem Schmerz: Gram, der nicht spricht, / Presst das beladene Herz, bis dass es bricht.

I had now reached that phase of the disorder where all sense of hope had vanished, along with the idea of a futurity; my brain, in thrall to its outlaw hormones, had become less an organ of thought than an instrument registering, minute by minute, varying degrees of its own suffering.

I get a fine warm feeling when I'm doing well, but that pleasure is pretty much negated by the pain of getting started each day. Let's face it, writing is hell.

In depression this faith in deliverance, in ultimate restoration, is absent. The pain is unrelenting, and what makes the condition intolerable is the foreknowledge that no remedy will come—not in a day, an hour, a month, or a minute.