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And in the end... Not even that old familiar sensation of emptiness. Just a hint of helplessness, a frustration for a lost time from a result prematurely injured and failed.
Lack of self-worth is the fundamental source of all emotional pain. A feeling of insecurity, unworthiness and lack of valueis the core experience of powerlessness.
Under the seams runs the pain.
The dreadful burden of having nothing to do.
There is an aching that is worse than any pain.
There is one pain, I often feel, which you will never know. It's caused by the absence of you.
Trifling trouble find utterance; deeply felt pangs are silent.
The gut is the seat of all feeling.
...my soul bleeding tears of anguish
Better belly burst than good liquor be lost.
I felt argument coiling in my belly.
Sadness of love without release.
The belly will not listen to advice; it makes demands, it importunes. And yet it is not a troublesome creditor; you can send it away at small cost, provided only that you give it what you owe, not merely all you are able to
Disgust at the torments that shackle us, the chains of heavy life.
It hurts, as if someone took a part of me, tore it out, mercilessly stomped all over and threw it out.
A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul.
Annoyance and pathos warred in my breast, and after a short struggle, annoyance punched pathos in the snout like the voracious shark it was.
Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.
Soul-ache doesn't worry folks near as much as stomach-ache.
A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.
Life is unbearable pain.
Indigestion: A disease which the patient and his friends frequently mistake for deep religious conviction and concern for the salvation of mankind. As the simple Red Man of the Western Wild put it, with, it must be confessed, a certain force: 'Plenty well, no pray; big belly ache, heap God.'
Given a choice between goose egg and heartache, I would choose heartache.
Feeling. I didn't want to feel.
Time. Aching like a bruise, pounding like a heart.
Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.
What heart can think, or tongue express, The harm that groweth of idleness?
The pain of WATCHING them!
What about their pain?
Loss.
Thats what it was, a hole I could never fill. It would be bottomless.
It was all the things you could never understand and could never possess that made you ache.
Say this is what the pain made of you:
an open, open, open road,
an avalanche of feel it all.
Hurt that's not supposed to show, and tears that fall when no one knows.
There is a terrible emptiness in me, an indifference that hurts.
It's a poor heart that never rejoices. Jane, go down to the cellar, and fetch a bottle of Upset ginger-beer.
Pain is like a baby crying. What it wants it can't name.
What the eye does not see, the stomach does not get upset over
So, with smiles of most exquisite misery, and the laughing eye of utter despondency,
Pain has a flavor. The question is ... what does it taste like to you?
a glorious laughing ecstasy of rage.
Pain has an element of blank
It is a difficult task, O citizens, to make speeches to the belly, which has no ears.
me an annoyed frown.
Resentment-why, it is purification; it is a most stinging and painful consciousness!
Joys season'd high, and tasting strong of guilt.
An undying hatred, and a wound never to be healed.
The damnable frustration of revenge. Revenge is for dreams ... never for reality.
Pain, which is ultimately only like itself.
The belly comes before the soul.
There are disappointments which wring us, and there are those which inflict a wound whose mark we bear to our graves. Such are so keen that no future gratification of the same desire can ever obliterate them: they become registered as a permanent loss of happiness.
Everybody feels pain
Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.
Conversations bore me, to visit people bores me, the sorrows and joys of my relatives bore me to my soul.
Unhappiness slowly creeps up on you, like a shape-shifting monster waiting in the darkness of your hallway, his bulging eyes watching your every move. The breath on his slimy tongue makes the hairs on your neck stand up.
unfavorable feeling,
Bitterness: anger that forgot where it came from.
Pigskin crackling on my thumb, nummy nummy I hate pain.
Agony and ecstasy, pleasure and pain.
Isn't joyful or painful this pain in which I rejoice
I'm incapable of feeling any joy.
Feelings of depression; feelings of frustration; feelings of emptiness in the face of all this randomness - done down by the haphazard, yet again.
The inexorable boredom that is at the core of life.
The belly has no ears nor is it to be filled with fair words.
The truly miserable have a timbre in their voices strong enough to erase smiles from the faces and souls of the contented.
Sometimes, I get this familiar ache in my heart and a sense of stabbing emptiness around my ribcage. I don't even know what brings it on; it's just familiar like a horrible visitor. What brings me to my knees though, is the even bigger heart-hurt when I recognize this ghastly guest is back again.
Today the pain was emotional, the worst kind
the pain that underlies all pain: the pain that we are all, as Rilke phrases it, "unutterably alone.
This is what happens when you look back to happiness, this pain, this heart-break, this discontent
I felt a weight on my chest; a sense of hot indignation which settled down into inconceivable melancholy.
The misery of having no time to read a thousand glorious books.
But for the cravings of the belly not a bird would have fallen into the snare; nay, nay, the fowler would not have spread his net. The belly is chains to the hands and fetters to the feet. He who is a slave to his belly seldom worships God.
Every heart, it have its own ache.
Attention, there was an incessant gnawing deep down inside my gut that
granted. My stomach
Your insides tie themselves in knots, but your heart refuses to understand.
Such poopitations of the heart as you would not believe.
a deep smothering emptiness
A bitter hatred was lifting his lip from his teeth.
Tormented by an unworldly hunger, yet not knowing how to satisfy it.
Misery, thy name is Mudslide
There's hurt. There's pain. There's hurt-and-pain-at-once.
The introduction of heartache began as a child.
The reduction of anguish to Hallmark-card hurt. The
Charlie's stomach. He stomped back to his desk
Pools of sorrow. Waves of joy.
Lovesick, bitter and hardened heart. Aching, waiting for life to start
Utter despair, impossible to pull myself together; Only when I have become satisfied with my sufferings can I stop.
I feel nothing but the accursed happiness I have dreaded all my life long: the happiness that comes as life goes, the happiness of yielding and dreaming instead of resisting and doing, the sweetness of the fruit that is going rotten.
I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain.
Joy surfeited turns to sorrow.
Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.
Frustration, despair, angst, anxiety, hurt, grief, unhappiness, envy, jealousy, and all the other painful emotions are catalysts of change in our lives. They motivate us to do things differently, to change our status quo.
I was too miserable to take much consolation just from feeling good for a moment in a welter of shudders and salted, bloodstained tears.
...pain that would have made even a god shiver in terror.
There is is again, that slight stinging sensation of the cheeks. It's our body's light speed response to the world showing us up. And it's one of life's most unpleasant feelings, leaving one to wonder what evolutionary purpose it could possible serve.
Life is like a box of chocolates, loaded with surprises, some delightful and some downright disagreeable. The yummy ones, of course, are easy to swallow, but the yucky ones are sometimes hard to stomach.
My soul is all an aching void.
And then he felt the misery of his life.
Lack of knowledge is the
source of all pains and sorrows whether dormant, attenuated, interrupted
or fully active.
Misery is a river of tears that whispers my name in a constant hiss.
My heart is hardy, for I have suffered much on the seas and the battlefield: this will be only something more. But a ravenous belly cannot be hid, damn the thing. It gives a world of trouble to men, makes them fit out fleets of ships and scour the barren sea, to bring misery on their enemies.