Bernard Joseph Saurin Quotes

I cannot stand being awake, the pain is too much.

Night is torment. That is why people go to sleep. To avoid clear sight and torment.

The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night!

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.

When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same.

Nothing can make you more humble than pain.

I don't like pain.

The greatest evil is physical pain.

People don't know what pain is until they suffer.

Pain has no color.

Pain is pain.

What is that one crucifixion compared to the daily kind any insomniac endures?

Nothing remains but to hope the end will come to extinguish the unrelenting pain of waiting for it.

Insomniacs know better than anyone how it would be to haunt a house.

Hope is a demon worse than your Pain.

Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.

Who looks at me, beholdeth sorrows all, All pain, all torture, woe and all distress; I have no need on other harms to call, As anguish, languor, cruel bitterness, Discomfort, dread, and madness more and less; Methinks from heaven above the tears must rain In pity for my harsh and cruel pain.

"I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain."

Of pain you could wish only one thing: that it should stop. Nothing in the world was so bad as physical pain. In the face of pain there are no heroes.

WAKING AT NIGHT The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end.

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.

At least it was instant. At least there wasn't any pain." I knew he was only trying to help, but he didn't get it. There was pain. A dul endless pain in my gut that wouldn't go away even when I knelt on the stingingly frozen tile of the bathroom, dry-heaving.

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons.