Pain is an unpleasant sensation which may be associated with actual or potential tissue damage and which may have physical and emotional components.
- Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing.
- Tyler Durden, Fight Club.
- You probably don't think that I can force this towel down your throat. But trust me, I can. All the way. Except I'd hold onto this one little bit at the end. When your stomach starts to digest it, I pull it out. Taking your stomach lining with it. For most people it would take about a week to die. It's very painful.
- Douleur toujours nouvelle pour celui qui souffre et qui se banalise pour l'entourage.
- It never occurred to me to call 911 or my physician. […] As foolish as it may appear, you are, in a sense, a prisoner of the pain, which was intolerable. You're thinking, what could I do to relieve myself of it. If it becomes intense enough, you're perfectly willing to accept cardiac arrest as a possible way of getting rid of the pain.
- But rejoice, inasmuch as you are partakers of Christ's sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, you may be glad also with exceeding joy
- The Bible, 1 Peter 4:13
- The pain was maddening. You should pray to God when you're dying, if you can pray when you're in agony. In my dream I didn't pray to God, I thought of Roger and how dearly I loved him. The pain of those wicked flames was not half so bad as the pain I felt when I knew he was dead. I felt suddenly glad to be dying. I didn't know when you were burnt to death you'd bleed. I thought the blood would all dry up in the terrible heat. But I was bleeding heavily. The blood was dripping and hissing in the flames. I wished I had enough blood to put the flames out. The worst part was my eyes. I hate the thought of gong blind. It's bad enough when I'm awake but in dreams you can't shake the thoughts away. They remain. In this dream I was going blind. I tried to close my eyelids but I couldn't. They must have been burnt off, and now those flames were going to pluck my eyes out with their evil fingers, I didn't want to go blind. The flames weren't so cruel after all. They began to feel cold. Icy cold. It occurred to me that I wasn't burning to death but freezing to death.
- Arthur Guirdham in The Cathars and Reincarnation, p. 89
- There is an art in taking the whiplash of suffering full in the face, an art you must learn. Let each single attack exhaust itself; pain always makes single attacks, so that its bite may be more intense, more concentrated. And you, while its fangs are implanted and injecting their venom at one spot, do not forget to offer it another place where it can bite you, and so relieve the pain of the first.
- Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living, 1940-10-10
- For I consider that the sufferings of the present time do not amount to anything in comparison with the glory that is going to be revealed in us. For the creation is waiting with eager expectation for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not by its own will, but through the one who subjected it, on the basis of hope that the creation itself will also be set free from enslavement to corruption and have the glorious freedom of the children of God. For we know that all creation keeps on groaning together and being in pain together until now.
- Pain is temporary, glory is forever.
- Anonymous, quoted as an anonymous proverb in Preaching Proverbs : Wisdom for the Pulpit (1996) by Alyce M. McKenzie, p. 84.
- But pain... seems to me an insufficient reason not to embrace life. Being dead is quite painless. Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?
- Lois McMaster Bujold, Barrayar 1991.
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 575-76.
- World's use is cold, world's love is vain,
World's cruelty is bitter bane;
But pain is not the fruit of pain.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning, A Vision of Poets, Stanza 146.
- Nature knows best, and she says, roar!
- Maria Edgeworth, Ormond, Chapter V, King Corny in a Paroxysm of the Gout.
- Pain is good, I'd say, when it's incidental to Love. In 'I give up my life for my friend' it is my friend, not my death, that matters. And sometimes I needn't give up my life for him, I can live for him, and with him, and the power of the spirit is then equally manifested, I should think.
- E. M. Forster, Selected Letters: Letter 285, to George Thomson, 1 August 1931.
- So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.
- Matthew Henry, Commentaries, Job III. V. 24.
- There is purpose in pain,
Otherwise it were devilish.
- Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton), Lucile (1860), Part II, Canto V, Stanza 8.
- You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
- Alexander Pope, Moral Essays (1731-35), Epistle II, line 99.
- Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
- Margaret Junkin Preston, Old Songs and New. Nature's Lesson.
- Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies
Between the pain of hell and Paradise.
- George William Russell, Janus.
- Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain,
Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain.
- One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
- The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace,
The smoke of hell,—that monster callèd Paine.
- Sir Philip Sidney, Sidera, Paine.
- There's a pang in all rejoicing,
And a joy in the heart of pain;
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens,
Are singing the selfsame strain.
- Bayard Taylor, Wind and the Sea.
- Nothing begins, and nothing ends,
That is not paid with moan;
For we are born in others' pain,
And perish in our own.
- Francis Thompson, Daisy, Stanza 15.
- The mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain,
And the anguish of the singer marks the sweetness of the strain.
- Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours, Is it so, O Christ, in Heaven.
- A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
- Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night VIII, line 793.
- When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
- Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night IX, line 500.