It aches so, I can hardly stand, and I don't know how I'm ever going to get home," she said, rocking to and fro in pain
Th' ascent is easie then; Th' event is fear'd; should we again provoke Our stronger, some worse way his wrath may find To our destruction: if there be in Hell Fear to be worse destroy'd: what can be worse Then to dwell here, driv'n out from bliss, condemn'd In this abhorred deep to utter woe; Where pain
of unextinguishable fire Must exercise us without hope of end The Vassals of his anger, when the Scourge Inexorably, and the torturing houre Calls us to Penance?
The lion's roar, the fierce wolf's savage howl, The horrid hissing of the scaly snake, The awesome cries of monsters yet unnamed, The crow's ill-boding croak, the hollow moan Of wild winds wrestling with the restless sea, The wrathful bellow of the vanquished bull, The plaintive sobbing of the widowed dove, The envied owl's sad note, the wail of woe That rises from the dreary choir of Hell, Commingled in one sound, confusing sense, Let all these come to aid my soul's complaint, For pain
like mine demands new modes of song.
It struck him just below the knees, eliciting a howl of pain
and rage, and so throwing him off his balance that he lunged full upon me with arms wide stretched to ease his fall.
A sharp, hoarse cry of animal pain
came from the enclosure behind us.
Those moans express in the first place all the aimlessness of your pain
, which is so humiliating to your consciousness; the whole legal system of nature on which you spit disdainfully, of course, but from which you suffer all the same while she does not.
In his efforts against the numbing pain
he was like a man wrestling with a creature of the air.
If it be so, if I have been misled by such error to inflict pain
on her, your resentment has not been unreasonable.
There are tellers of stories in Russia who have a more vivid sense of what pain
in fiction may be.
From this state he was awakened -- ages later, it seemed to him -- by the pain
of a sharp pressure upon his throat, followed by a sense of suffocation.
You shall read, in some of the friars' books of mortification, that a man should think with himself, what the pain
is, if he have but his finger's end pressed, or tortured, and thereby imagine, what the pains
of death are, when the whole body is corrupted, and dissolved; when many times death passeth, with less pain
than the torture of a limb; for the most vital parts, are not the quickest of sense.
Dear father," he said sadly, "I wish you would not expose yourself to such gratuitous pain