"She needed dominance as much as she needed pain."
Introduction by Winterson
There is pain in who we are, and the pain of love – because love itself is an opening and a wound – is a pain no one escapes except by escaping life itself.
Humberto R. Maturana
What is death for the beholder?
What is death for the dying?
A weight beyond knowledge or understanding.
A pain for the self-asserting ego, for the one;
For the other, silence, peace and nothingness.
Yet the one feels his pride in anger
And in his mind he does not accept
That beyond death nothing should arise
And that beyond death
There should be only death
The other, in his silence
In his unkowing majesty feels
He feels nothing, he knows nothing,
Because death is death
And life without death is only emptiness.
Ode to nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
"His eyes were filled with a dark promise of pain and pleasure."
Inferno, Canto 1
Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.
So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
"Hayatımızda öyle anlar vardır ki," diye yazmıştı Honoré de Balzac, "dostumuzun yakınımızda olduğunu hissetmek dayanabileceğimiz tek şeydir. Yaralarımız, sadece acının derinliklerini ortaya çıkaran teselli edici sözlerin altında açılır."
"There are moments in our lives," Honoré de Balzac wrote, "when the sense that our friend is near is all that we can bear. Our wounds smart under the consoling words that only reveal the depths of pain."
Sayfa 107
Jacks had always considered himself more of a sadist than a masochist. He enjoyed inflicting pain, not receiving it. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave the shadows of Evangeline’s bedroom.
"A child's mind is seldom filled with pain."
