William Styron Quotes

we do not die of anguish, we live on. We continue to suffer. We drink the cup drop by drop.

Affliction is a pill, which, being wrapt up in patience and quiet submission, may be easily swallowed; but discontent chews the pill, and so embitters the soul.

I feel hurt and pain times a million, all the time.

Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.

I could not have gone through the awful wretched mess of life without having left a stain upon the silence.

And, as long as you can make yourself go on choosing the pain over the relief, you can keep going.

I have fought and kicked and fasted and prayed and cursed and cried myself to the point of existing.

This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.

We're tortured, a lot of us, believe me.

I think emotional and mental pain is probably worse than physical pain. I think we don't realize that I have no arms or legs but we all have disabilities of some sort, some fear, some lost, some wishes that didn't come true, things we wish would be better.

Life is so damned hard, so damned hard... It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does.

She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time.

When you've suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.

Sometimes I don't know what to say; the pain never stops. The cloud never goes away, the rain never drops

More than most, I know the pain of surviving.

You have not yet suffered enough! For you suffer only from yourselves, you have not yet suffered from man.

Pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly.

Everyone is tortured. Do you know anyone who isn't?

Pain is something that's common to human life. When we ignore it, we aren't engaging in the whole reality, and the pain begins to fester.

That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.

Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

Misery is a match that never goes out.

I have seen things in my life that have broken me in spirit.

Suffering does not change its face.