“We were all born of flesh, in a flare of pain. We do not remember the red roots whence we rose, but we know that we rose and walked, that after a while we shall lie down again.” KnowsPainRememberLyingBornBirthRedRootsRoseFleshFlare Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
“Pain is a coward. He flees when faced by the irresistible power of the will-to-live, which is more strongly rooted in the flesh than the intensest passion is rooted in the spirit.” PainSpiritPassionFleshCowardRootedIrresistibleWill To Live Book:Stories and Legends Source: Stories and Legends
“Lost in loneliness and pain. Black and unendurable, Thinking of you with every Corpuscle of my flesh, in Every instant of night And day.” ThinkingPainNightLostBlackLonelinessFleshInstantThinking Of YouUnendurable Book:The Collected Shorter Poems Source: The Collected Shorter Poems
“A poet is wounded into speech, and he examines these wounds, meticulously, to discover how to heal them. The bad poet harangues at the pain and yowls at the weapons that lacerate him; the great poet explores the inflamed lips of ruined flesh with ice-caked fingers, glittering and precise; but ultimately his poem is the echoing, dual voice reporting the damages.” PainPoetryVoicePoetSpeechWeaponsFingersLipsFleshWoundsHealIceDamageWoundedPreciseRuinedGreat Poet Author:Samuel R. Delany
“I will say without reservations that from my point of view there can be no abstractions. Any shape or area that has not the pulsating concreteness of real flesh and bones, its vulnerability to pleasure or pain is nothing at all. Any picture that does not provide the environment in which the breath of life can be drawn does not interest me.” DoeRealPainInterestPleasureViewsEnvironmentShapesAreasBreathsBonesPoint Of ViewFleshVulnerabilityAbstractionReservations Author:Mark Rothko
“The first cup caresses my dry lips and throat, The second shatters the walls of my loneliness, The third explores the dry rivulets of my soul Searching for legends of five thousand scrolls. With the fourth the pain of past injustice vanishes through my pores. The fifth purifies my flesh and bone. With the sixth I commune with the immortals. The seventh conveys such pleasure I am overcome. The fresh wind blows through my wings As I make my way to Penglai.” WayFirstsSoulPainPastPleasureFiveLonelinessWindWallThousandThirdsOvercomingWingsInjusticeLipsBlowBonesFleshMy SoulCupsMy WayTeaDryThroatLegendsFourthFifthSoul SearchingCaressCommunesDry Lips Author:Lu Tong
“I love Death because he breaks the human pattern and frees us from pleasures too prolonged as well as from the pains of this world. It is pleasant, too, to remember that Death lies in our hands; he must come if we call him. ... I think if there were no death, life would be more than flesh and blood could bear.” IfsThinkingWorldHumansWellsHandsWould BePainRememberLyingPleasureBreakBloodThis WorldBearsPatternsFleshPleasantLife DeathFlesh And BloodLove Death Author:Stevie Smith
“There is a Restlessness springing from the consciousness of power not fully utilized, which must be present wherever there is unused power of whatever kind. This is the restlessness of the germ within the seed, struggling upward and downward towards its proper life.it is a striving full of pain, the cutting of tender flesh by the fetters of the captive as he struggles against their pitilessness.” KindPainConsciousnessPowerStruggleCuttingStriveSeedsFleshFrustrationGermsRestlessnessCaptivesFetters Author:Anna Brackett
“Human cruelty knows no limits and that one needs immense courage and a will of iron to help others understand that animals are made of flesh and blood like us, that they suffer the same pains as us, that they deserve the same respect as us and that their continuous slaughter should not be part of human entertainment.” KnowsNeedsShouldHumansMadeHelpingPainSufferingAnimalBloodLimitsDeserveEntertainmentFleshHelping OthersCrueltyIronImmenseSlaughterFlesh And BloodHuman Cruelty Author:Brigitte Bardot