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.

I made you better and you made me worse.

Of four infernal rivers that disgorge/ Into the burning Lake their baleful streams;/Abhorred Styx the flood of deadly hate,/Sad Acheron of sorrow, black and deep;/Cocytus, nam’d of lamentation loud/ Heard on the rueful stream; fierce...

there is a silent beauty hidden amongst pain, if you sit in it you may never find it; if you grow through it, You’ll find the treasure.

No. Go through the fire and I’ll be with you.

The memory of the pain did not destroy the reality of the pleasure; grief did not obliterate joy.

We are more sensitive to losses than to gains; the pleasure of winning is less than the pain of losing.

Pain was something we were expected to endure. But I doubt very much if you would be entirely happy today if a doctor threw a towel in your face and jumped on you with a...

If we could only get rid of consciousness. What makes mankind tragic is not that they are the victims of nature, it is that they are conscious of it. To be part of the animal...

They had lied, those who had extolled the virtues of love—its pleasures, its sublimity—those who had told her that it was beautiful and worthwhile.There was nothing beautiful about it.It was awful.

If you ever loved anything in your life, try to remember it. If you ever betrayed anything, pretend for a moment that you have been forgiven. If you ever feared anything, pretend for an instant...

You’ll see some bad things, but if you didn’t see them, they’d still be happening.

When he sees my pain, the old and new, he pushes me to give it to him. To give in to his need to consume all of it and make it his.

They may have been rightly overbearing in her formative years, but they also loved Roselyn enough to trust she needed dreams more than realities.

Put all your pain on a piece of paper, write it all down, every experience, every ache, every hurtful moment. Then take a match, and set fire to that piece of paper. All the hurt...

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....

Men broke into their homes, killed their families, threatened you–and you won’t let them do anything for fear you’ll be hurt. That’s selfish. How would you like it if I took your bow and said...

Do not Forget PAIN, You Endure in it’s presence!!

I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I’d ever known.

Suicide is a hasty unresolved death that slowly kills those close-by day by day.

Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love.

intolerable compliment.” Over a sketch made idly to amuse a child, an artist may not take much trouble: he may be content to let it go even though it is not exactly as he meant...

But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything...

Healing is a different type of pain. It’s the pain of becoming aware of the power of one’s strength and weakness, of one’s capacity to love or do damage to oneself and to others, and...

Wherefore is there ice and snow, chilling winds and bitter nights? Is it to mock the earth for its sunshine? No, not so! We forget that sunlight is impossible without shadows; that for every day...

Pain is the clarion of aliveness trumpeting that you are living in the marvelous tender cause of life!

If you can honor yourself and be real about your discomfort and pain, then your happiness will be just as real.

Accepting our pain is a way to say we treasure the sacred gift of life — run to your pain.

If pain is a pot of boiling water, humor can be the rising steam.

Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it’s unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we cannot go to: the one we love. So...

The parts of me that hurt the worst want me to write something for them, but I can’t. I don’t know what to say. I’m lost in all this sadness, and so are they.

Zaznał pełnych litości spojrzeń, zająknień, współczującego kiwania głową, doświadczył niby to solidarnych męskich uścisków i niby to kamrackich walnięć w bark. Nasłuchał się apeli, by się trzymał i był twardym. Powodujących, że od razu miękł...

Emily woke to shadows and their voices. They looked different today, because the entire world hurt. The numbness had worn off sometime between sleep and awake, and she was seeing red. The shadows on the...

La parfum de mille roses ne plaît qu’un instant ; mais la douleur que cause une seule de leurs épines dure longtemps après sa piqûre.