Aldous Huxley Quotes

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

I shudder when relating it.

This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape.

The word 'suffering' is not in my vocabulary.

Nothing can make you more humble than pain.

Nobody knows the pain I've been through.

Into the silence rips a sound that makes me let go of Max's hand and cover my ears. It is like the strafe of a bullet, nails on a chalkboard, promises being broken. It's a note I have never heard - this chord of pure pain - and it takes a moment to realize it is coming from me.

For pain words are lacking. There should be cries, cracks, fissures, whiteness passing over chintz covers, interference with the sense of time, of space ; the sense also of extreme fixity in passing objects ; and sounds very remote and then very close ; flesh being gashed and blood sparting, a joint suddenly twisted - beneath all of which appears something very important, yet remote, to be just held in solitude.” — Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Pain is a forcing sieve that turns me to gruel.

It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

I was seeing everything through pain.

Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.

Now it is nothing but torture.

My life would never contain a convenient, pain-saving plan when it could stretch a problem out into an endless agony of uncertainty and torture.

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.

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.

Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind that neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his whole life.

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.

To touch a sore is to renew one's grief.

There is no birth of consciousness without pain.

Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.

To contemplate war is to think about the most horrible of human experiences.

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

There's no comfort in the truth, pain is all you'll find.