John Lancaster Spalding Quotes

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

It was the closest to purgatory that I've ever experienced while I've been living.

I've seen the hell these people go through.

Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.

The moral backbone of literature is about that whole question of memory. To my mind it seems clear that those who have no memory have the much greater chance to lead happy lives.

I think pain is a very - it's an extremely hard thing to empathize moment to moment. And you often don't remember your own pain, you know, that moment that you broke a limb or you burned yourself or, I think, this is a common thing that women talk about with childbirth, that the memory of the pain is hard to summon up and relive, thankfully.

I have been to hell and back. I have seen the edge. I have seen the dark side of life.

I spent some time in Hell.

For 30 years, I lived in pure hell.

Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to life as long as God himself

You probably wouldn't remember. I probably couldn't forget.

The thing was, if I had found a way to escape- even for just a little while- I knew the pain would be there waiting for me when I got back.

Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

[Doctor Strange] gets scraped off the floor and then thrown right down to hell again and then slowly pulls himself back up.

The expression if history in things is no other than that of past torment.

Many times I see you as a portrait of torture.

You heard of hell, well I was sent from it.

There are things that are too terrible to remember, and there are things that are almost too wonderful to recall.

Why am I in Hell? It hurts. It hurts all the time. Why am I in Hell? I just want to go home and lie on the bed the way I used to. Please take me home.

The world shrieks and sinks talons into our hearts. This we call memory.

The first time I saw you, when you stepped into that Skiz ring against Kaede, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I could've watched you forever. The first time I kiss you..." That memory overpowers me now, taking me by surprise. I remember every last detail of it, almost enough to push away the lingering images of the Elector pulling June to him. "Well, that might as well have been my first kiss ever.

Now it is nothing but torture.

Every junkie, he thought, is a recording.

The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes men dependent upon those who have harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come only when their tormentors suffer.