Quotes About Pain

On Major Depression, quoted by the great William Styron of Sophie's Choice & Darkness Visible: From Darkness Visible, William Styron It is a positive and active anguish, a sort of psychical neuralgia, wholly unknown to normal life.

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. If there is mild relief, one knows that it is only temporary; more pain will follow.

In my career as a writer I have always been attracted to morbid themes—suicide, rape, murder, military life, marriage, slavery.

I was feeling in my mind a sensation close to, but indescribably different from, actual pain.

What causes human beings to inflict upon themselves these stupid little scissor snips of unhappy remembrance?

You hate men, you've hated Daddy for years, and the sad thing is that he hasn't known it. And the terrible thing is that you hate yourself so much that you just don't hate men or Daddy but you hate everything, animal, vegetable and mineral.

Both of us put up a brave front about it all, but a love affair, like some prodigy of plastic surgery, is flesh laid on to living flesh and to break it up is to tear off great hunks and parts of yourself.

He'll not confess he knew, in the end, that the drama of death does not come into it – that some pain's too dull to be worthy of a romantic shroud. Courage could have brushed glamour over what little there was, but courage is ridiculous when the other person doesn't want to know.

pain may be inevitable but suffering is optional.

the bloodstained shirt he had taken off earlier

Sometimes it seemed to Lydia that work was the only certainty, the only lasting truth in a human world of fitful change. Work and the mountains remained. Joy was deceitful and as brief as a summer rainbow. Love was a spear upon which you hurled yourself in ecstasy--to discover pain and bear the wound forever. A man in your heart, the child of your flesh, a dream of your spirit--you gave yourself to them, wholly and in wonder, and they never knew you.

saw the hurt in his eyes. It made me feel like someone was squeezing water out of my heart.

Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfils the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things.

Dwight again said: ' Caroline...' but this time as if all the cracks in his heart were widening.

I thought, the way to love is through suffering. Who had said that? Did it mean anything or was it just the usual talk?

Ho colto una rosa bianca per il mio amore; Ho colto una rosa rossa nel vento. L'amore nel mio cuore tenta di dimostrare Ciò che il tuo cuore sa già, lo sento. Ho punto su una spina il dito, Ho punto un dito con il sangue. Rosso è mio cuore, ferito e tradito Del tuo cuore ha bisogno, esangue. Sulla lingua il dito ho tenuto Il dito ho tenuto e aspettato Il mio cuore nel dolore caduto Dal tuo amore d'essere salvato.»

I have suffered a loss, Forrest, far greater than my legs. It's my spirit, my soul, if you will. There is only a blank there now - medals where my soul used to be.

El olvido generoso tiende su velo, los tullidos se apartan y los seres dolientes se desvanecen en el triste crepúsculo de la memoria.

War is very cruel. It goes on for so long.

Pictures of heroism and triumph only tempt those who know nothing of the sufferings and terrors of war.

To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. THIS HOLE IN MY HEART IS IN THE SHAPE OF YOU AND NO-ONE ELSE CAN FIT IN. WHY WOULD I WANT THEM TO?

È vero, taccio - ma taccio solo per timore che il mio canto in futuro mi dia dolore, che verrà giorno e d'un tratto smentirà le parole, resteranno ritmi e rime, se ne andrà l'amore, e sarà inafferrabile come l'ombra di un ramo.

surely pain, suffering are as terrible in a worm's body as in the body of a giant, pain is "one" just as space is one, indivisible, wherever it appears, it is the same total horror.

When indecision's in the heart The soul is bound to grieve and smart.