There is something very morbid about modern sympathy with pain.
I hate feeling hate but feeling nothing feels worse.
Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.
Good habits stockpile pleasure. Bad habits postpone pain.
And a rock feels no pain;And an island never cries.
We all know pain doesn’t exist without some coexisting depression.
Not all truths hurt. And not all that is hurtful is truthful.
this life has been a landscape of painand still,flowersbloom in it.
You wanted to see the world. And yet, all I want is to see you.