You cant laugh at a joke agian and agian, but why do you keep crying over the same thing over and over agian?

When we see others cry it is difficult, not because of feeling their pain, but your own.

Two seconds later, the sound of an alarm filled my ears. ”What did you do?” I said over the noise as he backed up towards the bathroom door. ”The girl who gave you the note?””Yes…””I...

The pain is not about having cheap people around…. real pain is the fact that there are some people with a price to start with.

Everyone not already following their own path would begin to feel dissatisfied with themselves and be forced to make a choice: they would either have to accept an existence beset with disappointment and pain or...

The inmost spirit of poetry, in other words, is at bottom, in every recorded case, the voice of pain – and the physical body, so to speak, of poetry, is the treatment by which the...

You have to have the power to employ pain, to repent, to be illuminated, you must have the opportunity and even the time.

The body is sort of a pain. It has to go to the bathroom. It has to be comfortable. But the spirit is indestructible. It can move at the speed of light.

You’ll be surprised how infinitely merciful they [these tablets] are. The prescription number is 96814. I think of it as the telephone number of God!

Toda vida, le dijo esa noche Epifanio a Lalo Cura, por más feliz que sea, acaba siempre en dolor y sufrimiento. Depende, dijo Lalo Cura. ,Depende de qué, buey? De muchas cosas, dijo Lalo Cura....

Also, I’m angry. I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why does it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?

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.

I’m trying to focus, telling myself these are just empty words, but I’m lying. Because somehow, just reading these words is too much; and the thought of her in pain is causing me an unbearable...

To put it another way, pain is God’s megaphone to rouse a deaf world. Why must it be pain? Why can’t he rouse us more gently, with violins or laughter? Because the dream from which...

Kindness was too painful. It had been a long time since he had had to endure it.

But they had already tried, again and again and again, and always, when the first crashing wave of mutual longing subsided, the ugly wreck of the past lay revealed again, its shadow lying darkly over...

This world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.

You may marry Miss Grey for her fifteen pounds but you will always be my Willoughby. My nightmare. My sorrow. My past. My mistake. My regret. My love.

When you avoid going to bed early because you know that if you go, those memories will again make your pillow wet and your eyes swollen.

I would rather fight with my pain or end up with self destruction.

One who hates to be driven through suffering has no right to expect the pleasure, for pleasure may give joy but the pain gives meaning; Meaningless Joy is like anchor-less Ship sailing in a shoreless...

Hun trodde kjærligheten skulle gjøre henne godt, men det den gjør, er å servere smerte, slite og rive i henne, skyve henne ut i noe ukjent og noe farlig.

Pain provides an opportunity for heroism; the opportunity is seized with surprising frequency.

But I know that for every good thing that comes along, there is always a cost.

Considérez dans son martyre spirituel cet être qui gît les yeux clos, disloqué comme la victime d’un accident brutal qui ne nécessite plus ni attention ni secours. Dénombrez les coups de couteau de la hideuse...

Great knowledge, makes a great pain, in the world of pain.

Because of pain you feel more and so you live more.

We have all suffered losses and pain, but no loss is greater than a life lost holding-on to a painful past.

Sometimes the pain is a startling breach that hobbles your entire soul; dreadful losses that rupture your perceived reality. Pain so visceral and unrelenting that even death itself can begin to look like a welcomed...

I write, write and write but I can’t find words that define what I feel inside.

Someone who has got something of his own only understands the pain than anyone without his own stand and pain got anything under the sun.

And she knew for the first time that someone can wire your skin in a single evening, and that love arrives not by accumulating to a moment, like a drop of water focused on the...

[T]he astonishing purity of pain, how it will not be mixed with any other sensation.

It isn’t easy when life tears away the one person in a million you thought you could always trust.

The truth had lacerated him to the bone, had punctured his heart, and had ripped through his soul. The truth had slain him and tended to his wounds. The truth had hated him and loved...

The pain is just a subtle reminder of how alive you made me feel.

I have a duty to speak the truth as I see it and share not just my triumphs, not just the things that felt good, but the pain, the intense, often unmitigated pain. It is...

Our worst pain is confined within our own skin.

I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear.

Igen: élni, míg élünk,Igen: ez a szabály.De mit csináljunk az életünkkel,Ha fáj?Élni, míg élünk

Whenever we condemn, we cloak the world in pain.

Where there is anger there is always pain underneath.

A young outcast will often feel that there is something wrong with himself, but as he gets older, grows more confident in who he is, he will adapt, he will begin to feel that there...

I think a lot of psychopaths are just geniuses who drove so fast that they lost control.

Knowledge is power, as some say. But on some days it is just as much pain and confusion as it is power; and any wise man worth his salt as a wise man at least...

Often, things are left unsaid. Everyone is guilty of thinking and feeling things… of loving or appreciating others… and of taking for granted that those others will just be there… to continue to share life’s...

I didn’t go there lightly. I knew even then that this was the beginning of something very hard to reverse. But I couldn’t do otherwise now: I was too possessed

The past is far behind. If you still want to look at it, you will painfully stretch your neck muscles. Don’t live in the past, leave the past, but learn from it.

Why is it so tough to forget pain and tougher to remember happiness.We treasure our scars but forget to live on our smiles.