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There was a faith-healer of Deal Who said,'Although pain isn't real, If I sit on a pin 22 And it punctures my skin, I dislike what I fancy I feel.'
No painno gain.
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine. Et nos amours, faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne? La joie venait toujours apre' s la peine. Under Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine. And our loves, must I remember them? Joy always came after pain.
Hark! ah, the Nightingale! The tawny-throated! Hark! from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! harkwhat pain!
Eternal Passion! Eternal Pain!
Je sais la douleur est la noblesse unique O u' ne mordront jamais la terre et les enfers. I know that pain is the one nobility upon which Hell itself cannot encroach.
O douleur! o" douleur! LeTemps mange ma vie. Oh pain! Oh pain! time is eating away my life.
Je n'e cris point d'amour, n'estant point amoureux, Je n'e cris de beaute , n'aiant belle maistresse, Je n'e cris de douceur, n'esprouvant que rudesse, Je n'e cris de plaisir, me trouvant douloureux. I cannot write of love, as I am not in love, I cannot write of beauty, as I have no beautiful mistress, I cannot write of sweetness, as I experience nothing but hardship, I cannot write of pleasure, as I am always in pain.
Le parfum de mille roses ne pla|"t qu'un instant; mais la douleur que cause une seule de leurs e pines dure longtemps apre' s la piq u" re. The perfume of a thousand roses pleases only for an instant; but the pain caused bya single one of their thorns lasts a long time after the prick.
For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now.
And God shall wipe awayall tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, norcrying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. And he that sat upon the throne said,Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful.
I am floated along, as if I should die Of Liberty's exquisite pain.
I never saw a brute I hated so; He must be wicked to deserve such pain.
Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
There is no event so commonplace but that God is present in it, alwayshiddenly, alwaysleaving you roomto recognize him or not to recognize him Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the heavenlyand hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.
But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind may loose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain; But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire. Something unearthly, which they deem not of, Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre, Shall on their softened spirits sink, and move In hearts all rocky now the late remorse of love.
Give me more love or more disdain; The torrid or the frozen zone: Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none.
Myth deals in false universals, to dull the pain of particular circumstances.
Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. nescio sed fieri sentio et excrucior. I hate and I love.You ask me to explain, perhaps. I don't know.But I feel it happen and the pain is dreadful.
Those sounds which oft have raised me, whilst they awed, And sent my soul abroad, Might now perhaps their wonted impulse give, Might startle this dull pain, and make it move and live!
Detested sport, That owes its pleasure to another's pain.
Dichoso el a rbol que es apenas sensitivo, y ma s la piedra dura porque e sa ya no siente, pues no hay dolor ma s grande que el dolor de ser vivo, ni mayor pesadumbre que la vida consciente. Blessed is the almost insensitive tree, more blessed is the hard stone that doesn't feel, for no pain isgreater than the pain of being alive, and no sorrow more intense than conscious life.
Nessun maggior dolore, Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria. There is no greater pain than to remember a happy time when one is in misery. 252
I know my life's a pain and but a span, I know my sense is mocked in every thing; And to conclude, I know myself a man, Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes The Nerves sit ceremonious, likeTombs.
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure; Rich the treasure; Sweet the pleasure; Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Forasmuch as there isgreat noise in the city caused by hustling over large balls, from which many evils may arise, which God forbid, we command and forbid on behalf of the King, on pain of imprisonment, such game to be used in the city in future.
No foteball player be used or suffered within the City of London and the liberties thereof upon pain of imprisonment.
Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again!
You define your own horror journey, according to your taste. My definition of what makes a journey wholly or partially horrible is boredom. Add discomfort, fatigue, strain in large amounts to get the purest-quality horror, but the kernel is boredom. I offer that as a universal test of travel; boredom, called byanyother name, iswhy you yearn for the first available transport out.But what bores whom? The threshold of boredom must be like the threshold of pain, different in all of us.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
To each his suff'rings, all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th'unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
In buskined measures move Pale Grief and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
Never let success hide its emptiness from you; achievement its nothingness; toil its desolation. Keep alivetheincentivetopushonfurther, that pain inthesoul that drives us beyond ourselves. Do not look back, and do not dream about the future either. It will neither give you back the past, nor satisfy your other daydreams. Your duty, your reward, your destiny are here and now.
She whose youth had seemed to teach that happiness was but the occasional episode in a general drama of pain.
Louers be war and tak gude heid about Quhome that ye lufe, for quhome ye suffer paine. I lat yow wit, thair is richt few thairout Quhome ye may traist to haue trew lufe agane.
Si vis me flere, dolendum est Primum ipse tibi. If you wish me to shed tears you must first feel pain yourself.
For my part, when I enter most intimately into what I call myself, I always stumble on some particular perception orother, of heat orcold, light or shade, pain or pleasure.I nevercan catch myself at any time without a perception, and never can observe anything but the perception.
He isstrong and pain isworseto thestrong, incapacity is worse.
Praise life, it deserves praise, but the praise of life That forgets the pain is a pebble Ruttled in dry ground.
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.
It istruethat sinisthe cause of all thispain; but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.
At the door Dante turned round violently and shouted down the room, her cheeks flushed and quivering with rage: Devil out of hell! We won! We crushed him to death! Fiend! The door slammed behind her. Mr Casey, freeing his arms from his holders, suddenly bowed his head on his hands with a sob of pain. Poor Parnell! he cried loudly. My dead king!
The music, yearning like a God in pain.
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
In time the savage bull sustains the yoke; In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure; In time small wedges cleave the hardest oak, In time the flint is pierced with softest shower, And she in time will fall from her disdain, And rue the sufferance of your friendly pain.
Then let us have our libertyagain, And challenge to yourselves no sovereignty. You came not in the world without our pain, Make that a bar against your cruelty; Your fault being greater, why should you disdain Our being your equals, free from tyranny?
I do not want peace nor beauty nor even freedom from 494 pain. I want to fight and to feel new gods in the flesh.
But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races, but does not restore, And the dead nations never rise again.
A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, killed by dissembling, buried by ingratitude, and this is love. Fair lady, will you any?
Much benevolence of the passive order may be traced to a disinclination to inflict pain upon oneself.
The unexempt condition By which all mortal frailty must subsist, Refreshment after toil, ease after pain.
Now the thought Both of lost happiness and lasting pain Torments him.
To be no more; sad cure; for who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion?
But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.
There was nothing but pain in the desert, for human beings and animals alike.Lifewaspain.Only indeathwas there relief.
Give us back our suffering, we cry to Heaven in our heartssuffering rather than indifferentism; for out of nothing comes nothing Better have pain than paralysis! 616
What distinguishes the artist from the dilettante? Only the pain that the artist feels. The dilettante looks only for pleasure in art.
When vain desire at last and vain regret Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain, What shall assuage the unforgotten pain And teach the unforgetful to forget?
O Woman! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
The most intolerable pain is produced by prolonging the keenest pleasure.
We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
It doth repent me: words are quick and vain: Grief for a while is blind, and so was mine. I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
Loving in truth, and vain in verse my love to show, That she (dear she) mighttake some pleasure of my pain, Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know; Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain.
Yet never can he die, but dying lives, And doth himself with sorrow new sustain, That death and life attonce unto him gives, And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
NempeAmor nihil aliud est, quam Laeititia concomitante idea causae externae; et Odium nihil aliud est, quamTristitia concomitante idea causae externae. Love is nothing else than pleasure accompanied by the idea of anexternal cause; and hatepainaccompanied by the idea of an external cause.
When Jesus came to Birmingham they simply passed Him by, They never hurt a hair of him, they only let Him die. For menhadgrownmoretenderandthey wouldnot give Him pain, Theyonlyjust passeddownthestreet, and left Himinthe rain.
Alas! so all things now do hold their peace, Heaven and earth disturbed in no thing Calm is the sea, the waves work less and less; So am not I whom love, alas, doth wring, Bringing before my face the great increase Of my desires, whereat I weep and sing, In joy and woe, as in a doubtful ease. For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring, But by and by the cause of my disease Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting, When that I think what grief it is again To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.
When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain; And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is half assured for Itylus, For theThracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil and all the pain.
Superflux of pain.
O splendid and sterile Dolores, Our Lady of Pain.
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; The Princess For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
O that 'twere possible After long grief and pain To find the arms of my true love Round me once again!
Passionless bride, divineTranquillity, Yearned after by the wisest of the wise, Who fail to find thee, being as thou art Without one pleasure and without one pain.
Her fist of a face died clenched on a round pain; And sculptured Ann is seventy years of stone.
But we live like our names and you would have to be colonial to know the difference, to know the pain of history words contain.
The process of learning is accompanied by alternations of pain and brief quickenings that resemble pain.
Even so for me a vision sanctified The sway of death; long ere my eyes had seen Thy countenancethe still rapture of thy mien When thou, dear Sister! wert become death's bride: No trace of pain or languor could abide That changeage on thy brow was smoothedthy cold Wan cheek at once was privileged to unfold A loveliness to living youth denied. Oh! if within me hope should e'er decline, The lamp of faith, lost Friend! too faintly burn; The may that heaven-revealing smile of thine, The bright assurance, visibly return: And let my spirit in that power divine Rejoice, as, through that power, it ceased to mourn.
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