December 29, 2013

Kärsimyksestä ja tuskasta

The greatest evil is physical pain [Saint Augustine]
 
Illness is the doctor whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge we make promise only; pain we obey [Marcel Proust]
 
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs [Emily Dickinson]
 
The person who grieves suffers his passion to grow upon him; he indulges it, he loves it; but this never happens in the case of actual pain, which no man ever willingly endured for any considerable time [Edmund Burke]
 
If pain could have cured us we should long ago have been saved [George Santayana]
 
When there is pain, there are no words. All pain is the same [Toni Morrison]
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