Everyone understands the pain that accompanies death,but genuine pain doesn’t live in the spirit,nor in the air, nor in our lives,nor on these terraces of billowing smoke.The genuine pain that keeps everything awakeis a tiny,...

I want you to be honest with me. Even if it hurts. Although I would prefer for it not to hurt. – A

Why is it that people talk about death, as if it is a part of life, when it is entirely separate? Someone passes on into the never ending void, where the living aren’t allowed. We...

Because if they grow up holding on to such terrible feelings, it could lead to another war come time in the future when the fate of the country is in their hands.

I wonder if pain comes from surrendering or resisting?

Life is a chain of interrelated puzzles.Pain and Sorrow are some necessities to greater heights and people may be the architects of our woes. We may develop some hatred for such people through whom the...

I always knew death of this relation would be the death of my life.

The work gets more difficult as you get older. You learn more and you gather more experiences, there is deeper pain and higher highs.

Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.

Pain is a short-lived reign. The lesson learned from it is permanent.

I can’t stop shaking. I need you. I want you. I can’t let myself have you.

In some ways that fight gave me more respect around the world and helped me be even more popular because so many people felt my pain and saw that I was robbed.

Wanna know what a bullet feels like, Warren? A real one? It’s not like in the comics…I think you need to. Feel it…It’s not going to make a neat little hole. First – it’ll obliterate...

Thought is everything. Pain is something. Hence where there is no thought there can be no pain. Wherefore if you have a pain it is evident that you have a thought. To be rid of...

The pain of dying will surely be nothing, for the pain of love is so much stronger and agonizing.

It feels like the same pain I had a couple of weeks ago.

They say when you touch the face of God through those you love, the joy of it is so great, it is filled with equal pain.

I love looking up at the stars because they make me believe that some things in this world are permanent.

I think of these desert years of mine, not of my choosing. Maybe if it were all smooth and comfortable, if my pride and professionalism were defining life for me, God’s steel-quiet, penetrating word would...

We crafted everything that hurt us into art.

In the flush of love’s lightwe dare be braveAnd suddenly we seethat love costs all we areand will ever be.Yet it is only lovewhich sets us free.

Life is just learning to dance in the rain – enjoy every drop and enjoy every pain!

Pain is a companion, not a master.

It’s interesting how pain can change a person, eh? How it makes a man abandon his pride and forsake himself.

Ah, gençliğimin mabedi o sevgili nerelerde! Kaybolacak idiyse onu ne diye tanıdım ben?.. Kendi kendime: Çılgınsın! diyorum, artık bulunması olanaksız bir şey arıyorsun!Ama ben ona, o sevgiliye bir zamanlar sarılmıştım. Kalbinin atışlarını duymuştum. Yüce yaradılışı...

There is the pain that made me cry, and then there is the strength that made me stop crying.So I am glad the pain camebecause without it I would not have discovered my strength.

i love the moments i lost a little faith, spirit would always remind me; it was just a bad day.

Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey,Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every wayThoughts and memories never end but life does one day.Whole age passes by in...

There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign and almost never experience.

You told me how much you hate me when yesterday you told me how much you love me, what happen?

Well I’m in pain, aren’t I?

My wails of sorroware tormenting my soul

It’s not miraculous, but it soothes the pain.

Some seeksolace inwhiskey,I drown mysorrowsin ink.

I like pain. I like when it lingers. It reminds a person of what they’ve lived through.

She has been surprised by grief, its constancy, its immediacy, its unrelenting physical pain.

The look he gave her made her turn away for a moment. Sometimes you couldn’t look too closely at another person’s pain.

But this you must know: the violent murder of a mother- when a boy is at the tender age, when he is just discovering girls- it is a terrible thing. confusingly mixed up with all...

Pain is slight if opinion has added nothing to it; … in thinking it slight, you will make it slight. Everything depends on opinion. It is according to opinion that we suffer. A man is...

With great love comes occasions of pain. You can’t skip the pain; without it, you would never know what a precious thing love is. You wouldn’t know to hang onto it. You wouldn’t know to...

The best remedy for people who have become your headache is to take a ‘chill pill’ from your willingness to endure their misery.

Pain is weakness leaving the body

Bitterness and resentment are a bottomless well. They can only be healed by the phenomenon of someone else’s sorrow rising to your level of pain… it never happens – save yourself endless hurt.

I am sure that music was never meant to sound this harsh, this painful.

I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories which can lessen the pain at losing a person you have...

Get on your feet or die.

All pain seemed to come with lots of blood, and lots of mental anguish, too. I already knew about that. Maybe that was the worst kind of pain, because nobody knew about it but you.

It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never...

Call me infidel, call me atheist, call me what you will, I intend so to treat my children, that they can come to my grave and truthfully say: ‘He who sleeps here never gave us...

Oh, Mercédès, I have spoken your name with sighs of melancholy, with groans of pain and with the croak of despair. I have spoken it frozen with cold, huddled on the straw of my dungeon....