Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
He was stunned by the knowledge that pain isn’t just one thing—it is cunning and various, sharp here and sickening there, burning here and clawing there.
Thanks to this education, I have to experience a new sensation in order to appreciate new pain.
Wishing to hurt him, she slapped his face. Wishing to hurt her, he smiled brilliantly.
Anything dead coming back to life hurts.
The power to hurt is a kind of wealth.
All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it.
Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knive us.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes.
His pain of mind was most pitiable to see. It was the mental torture of a conscientious man, oppressed beyond endurance by an unintelligible responsibility involving life.
We cannot protect the young from harm. Pain must and will come.
Surely there can be little in this world more awful than the spectacle of a strong man in the moment when he is utterly weak and broken.
For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain.
The pain didn’t fade. It seemed to grow worse, and in a colder, uglier way.
The balsam was not more healing to the wound in my head, than her kindness was healing to the wounds in my spirit.
Her pain had the unreasoning desolation peculiar to children, magnified and mysterious, yet her very youth buried it beneath everyday events, and diminished its importance.
She jumps on me for sharing pain with the living, but she tries to share it with the dead.
Because we would have had to pay the world back what we owed it…the pain of growing up.
The world is full of painful stories. Sometimes it seems as though there aren't any other kind and yet I found myself thinking how beautiful that glint of water was through the trees.
They could kill if they had to, and bear the pain of it or be destroyed by it. But if everyone could feel everyone else’s pain, who would torture? Who would cause anyone unnecessary pain?
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
No one else can ever feel your pain.
Sometimes it hurts, it really hurts, for no other reason than the fact that our skin doesn't feel like it's ours.
An indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish. It was like a shadow, like a mist passing across her soul's summer day.