For who would dare to assert that eternal happiness can compensate for a single moment's human suffering
You believe you could not live with the pain. Such pain is not lived with. It is only endured. I am sorry.
You'd think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails. (Alice from Twilight)
The box jellyfish takes you into an area of what I'd call science fiction. You feel like you've been dipped in hot burning oil. You burst into flames.
If pain were water, the world would drown
Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.
I have known heaven, and now I am in hell, and there are mimes.
Rightly it is said of utter, utter misery, that it 'cannot be remembered'; itself, being a rememberable thing, is swallowed up in its own chaos.
I suppose the word "unbearable" is a lie by definition. Unless you kill yourself immediately after using it.
In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die.
Worse than despair, Worse than the bitterness of death, is hope.
There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.
Strictly speaking, there is but one real evil: I mean acute pain. All other complaints are so considerably diminished by time that it is plain the grief is owing to our passion, since the sensation of it vanishes when that is over.
