There is something very morbid about modern sympathy with pain.
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.
The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.
Another side of my heart is called pain: ever pumping!
People have so much pain inside them that they’re not even aware of.
It’s a sad fact, but pain only makes you sorry for yourself.
If you want to live your whole life free from pain,you must either be a god or a corpse.
Pain heals. Chicks dig scars. Glory lasts forever.