Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?
The injuries we do and the injuries we suffer are seldom weighed on the same scales.
— Aesop
The greatest evil is physical pain.
The moment an ill can be patiently handled, it is disarmed of its poison, though not of its pain.
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be nor more death, neither sorrow nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain. [Revelation]
— Bible
To banish cares, scare away sorrow and soothe pain is the business of the poet and singer.
There has never been a great athlete who died not knowing what pain is.
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing to endure pain with patience.
All pain is either severe or slight, if slight, it is easily endured; if severe, it will without doubt be brief.
The injuries that befall us unexpectedly are less severe than those which are deliberately anticipated.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all the other pleasures are.
There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman for ever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer --committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.
Pain and death are a part of life. To reject them is to reject life itself.
There are no gains without pains.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.
The smallest pain in our little finger gives us more concern than the destruction of millions of our fellow beings.
The art of life is the art of avoiding pain; and he is the best pilot, who steers clearest of the rocks and shoals with which it is beset.
Pleasure that is obtained by unreasonable and unsuitable cost, must always end in pain.
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.
Pain is less subject than pleasure to careless expression.
There is no coming to consciousness without pain.
Pain is life -- the sharper, the more evidence of life.
The real problem is not why some pious, humble, believing people suffer, but why some do not.
Even Pain pricks to livelier living.
All pain is a punishment, and every punishment is inflicted for love as much as for justice.
Pain was their body's way of telling them that they'd pushed themselves to their limits -- which was exactly where they were supposed to be.
The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain.
Everything hurts.
Strictly speaking, there is but one real evil: I mean acute pain. All other complaints are so considerably diminished by time that it is plain the grief is owing to our passion, since the sensation of it vanishes when that is over.
Pain nourishes courage. You can't be brave if you've only had wonderful things happen to you.
When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.
This horror of pain is a rather low instinct and... if I think of human beings I've known and of my own life, such as it is, I can't recall any case of pain which didn't, on the whole, enrich life.
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.
That which is escaped now is pain to come.
— Proverb
They can rule the world while they can persuade us our pain belongs in some order is death by famine worse than death by suicide, than a life of famine and suicide...?
Why do people persist in a dissatisfying relationship, unwilling either to work toward solutions or end it and move on? It's because they know changing will lead to the unknown, and most people believe that the unknown will be much more painful than what they're already experiencing.
Pain is such an uncomfortable feeling that even a tiny amount of it is enough to ruin every enjoyment.
We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret or disappointment.
There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign and almost never experience.
If pain could have cured us we should long ago have been saved.
Pleasure is nothing else but the intermission of pain.
Remember that pain has this most excellent quality. If prolonged it cannot be severe, and if severe it cannot be prolonged.
— Seneca
Pain, scorned by yonder gout-ridden wretch, endured by yonder dyspeptic in the midst of his dainties, borne bravely by the girl in travail. Slight thou art, if I can bear thee, short thou art if I cannot bear thee!
— Seneca
One pain is lessened by another's anguish.
Pain pays the income of each precious thing.
Pain has its own noble joy, when it starts a strong consciousness of life, from a stagnant one.
Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.
Pain of mind is worse than pain of body.
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
To touch a sore is to renew one's grief.
— Terence
For we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own.
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.
Pain adds rest unto pleasure, and teaches the luxury of health.
Do not undervalue the headache. While it is at its sharpest it seems a bad investment; but when relief begins, the unexpired remainder is worth $4 a minute.
Pain with the thousand teeth.
Evil being the root of mystery, pain is the root of knowledge.
There is no detachment where there is no pain. And there is no pain endured without hatred or lying unless detachment is present too.
Pain is real when you get other people to believe in it. If no one believes in it but you, your pain is madness or hysteria.
On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.
The longer the life the more the offense, the more the offense the more the pain, the more the pain the less defense and the less defense the less the gain.