Pain Quotes - Page 326

...What torments of pain have you endured that haven't as yet arrived? and may never!

How painful to give a gift to any person of sensibility, or of equality! It is next worst to receiving one

Yet these uneasy pleasures and fine pains are for curiosity, and not for life.

But I shall hear without pain, that I play the courtier very ill, and talk of that which I do not well understand.

Senators and presidents have climbed so high with pain enough, not because they think the place specially agreeable, but as an apology for real worth, and to vindicate their manhood in our eyes. This conspicuous chair is their compensation to themselves for being of a poor, cold, hard nature.

I appeal now to the convictions of the communicants, and ask such persons whether they have not been occasionally conscious of a painful confusion of thought between the worship due to God and the commemoration due to Christ.

Teach the children! It is painting in fresco.

The picture waits for my verdict; it is not to command me, but I am to settle its claim to praise.

There are people who have an appetite for grief; pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs which must be fed on poisoned bread, natures so doomed that no prosperity can sooth their ragged and dishevelled desolation.

They have seen but half the universe who never have been shown the house of pain.

Love should make joy; but our benevolence is unhappy. Our Sunday-schools, and churches, and pauper-societies are yokes to the neck. We pain ourselves to please nobody.

All loss, all pain, is particular; the universe remains to the heart unhurt.

I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional.

Sculpture and painting have the effect of teaching us manners and abolishing hurry.

Painting pictures didn't make me a lot of money. I have to eat.

People are predominant in my paintings. Although they are not obvious, you can feel their presence.

I paint according to the moment and the theme. I don't have any prejudice. Life concerns me.

The artist's experience lies so unbelievably close to the sexual, to its pain and its pleasure, that the two phenomena are really just different forms of one and the same longing and bliss.

People who praise illness as bringing out the best in people ought to have their heads examined. Pain forces you to think about yourself, directs your interest to your own body and what is happening to it. You don't reach out benevolently, filled with good will for others. You don't seem to care enough. Pain makes you a little person, not a big one, and not a nice one, except perhaps in the case of saints, and I've never known one.

Pain is what I feed from when nothing else will nourish the noxious fury in my heart. It’s what I cling to when everything else—everyone else—slips right between my grasping fingers.

Marc’s hand tightened visibly around Kevin’s fingers, his digits going white. Again. Both men clenched their jaws, Kevin in pain, and Marc in an obvious effort to control his temper and keep from breaking Kevin’s hand. Off. Why couldn’t guys find a more original way to test each other’s manly prowess? Arm wrestling might have been more subtle. Or maybe comparing the length of their…canines.

I think any time you deal with humans and the way they exploit one another and cause pain you are in the realm of politics, on some level.

I don't mind being called snobbish, a pain and a social climber, but being called unkind really hurts.

When you lock everything down tight so that the pain can't get out, you also keep good stuff from getting in.

There was no reality to pain when it left one, though while it held one fast all other realities faded.