1 A sharp cry of pain was wrung out of her.
2 The worst thing was the pain in his belly.
3 When it grew worse he thought only of the pain itself, and of his desire for food.
4 Everything came back to his sick body, which shrank trembling from the smallest pain.
5 Her eyes were fixed on his, with an appealing expression that looked more like fear than pain.
6 Today there were fear, hatred, and pain, but no dignity of emotion, no deep or complex sorrows.
7 In the moment when he had seen her fall on the bandaged arm, it had been as though he felt the pain in his own body.
8 Between life and death, and between physical pleasure and physical pain, there is still a distinction, but that is all.
9 In front of him was an enemy who was trying to kill him: in front of him, also, was a human creature, in pain and perhaps with a broken bone.
10 The dull pain in his belly never went away, but sometimes it grew better and sometimes worse, and his thoughts expanded or contracted accordingly.
11 There was a long, rolling clang, as though the washtub had been flung across the yard, and then a confusion of angry shouts which ended in a yell of pain.
12 Even in his terror it was as though he could feel the pain in his own body, the deadly pain which nevertheless was less urgent than the struggle to get back her breath.
13 The pain of the coughing fit had not quite driven out of Winston's mind the impression made by his dream, and the rhythmic movements of the exercise restored it somewhat.
14 He knew what it was like; the terrible, agonizing pain which was there all the while but could not be suffered yet, because before all else it was necessary to be able to breathe.
15 He thought with a kind of astonishment of the biological uselessness of pain and fear, the treachery of the human body which always freezes into inertia at exactly the moment when a special effort is needed.
16 He had sat silent against the wall, jostled by dirty bodies, too preoccupied by fear and the pain in his belly to take much interest in his surroundings, but still noticing the astonishing difference in demeanour between the Party prisoners and the others.
17 On the battlefield, in the torture chamber, on a sinking ship, the issues that you are fighting for are always forgotten, because the body swells up until it fills the universe, and even when you are not paralysed by fright or screaming with pain, life is a moment-to-moment struggle against hunger or cold or sleeplessness, against a sour stomach or an aching tooth.
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