Quotes on Pain

Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.

Being able to write becomes a kind of shield, a way of hiding, a way of too instantly transforming pain into honey.

After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.

There is a light in this world, a healing spirit more powerful than any darkness we may encounter. We sometimes lose sight of this force when there is suffering, too much pain. Then suddenly, the spirit will emerge through the lives of ordinary people who hear a call and answer in extraordinary ways.

One sticks to an opinion because he prides himself on having come to it on his own, and another because he has taken great pains to learn it and is proud to have grasped it: and so both do so out of vanity.

To give pain is the tyranny; to make happy, the true empire of beauty.

I never knew a writer yet who took the smallest pains with his style and was at the same time readable.

There's a sorrow and pain in everyone's life, but every now and then there's a ray of light that melts the loneliness in your heart and brings comfort like hot soup and a soft bed.

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.

Too many of us take great pains with what we ingest through our mouths, and far less with what we partake of through our ears and eyes.

If pleasure was not followed by pain, who would forbear it?

I had rather see the portrait of a dog that I know, than all the allegorical paintings they can show me in the world.

There are minds so impatient of inferiority that their gratitude is a species of revenge, and they return benefits, not because recompense is a pleasure, but because obligation is a pain.

A wise man will make haste to forgive, because he knows the true value of time, and will not suffer it to pass away in unnecessary pain.

Pain and pleasure occur in consciousness and exist only there

Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.

Biology designed the dance. Terror timed it. Dictated the rhythm with which their bodies answered each other. As though they already knew that for each tremor of pleasure they would pay with an equal measure of pain. As though they knew that how far they went would be measured against how far they would be taken.

But little Mouse, you are not alone,_x000D_ In proving foresight may be vain: _x000D_ The best laid schemes of mice and men _x000D_ Go often askew, _x000D_ And leave us nothing but grief and pain, _x000D_ For promised joy! _x000D_ Still you are blest, compared with me!

...you must say words, as long as there are any, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin, you must go on, perhaps it's done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on

I looked at my right hand, the hand with which I painted. There was power in that hand. Power to create and destroy. Power to bring pleasure and pain. Power to amuse and horrify. There was in that hand the demonic and the divine at one and the same time. The demonic and the divine were two aspects of the same force. Creation was demonic and divine. Creativity was demonic and divine. I was demonic and divine.

Unlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to hear it myself. I am not used to my father's crying. I've had no time to harden my heart against him.