There’s a common misunderstanding among all the human beings who have ever been born on the earth that the best way to live is to try to avoid pain and just try to get comfortable.

Memories haunting her,laughters chasing her,sweet talks stalking her.Everywhere she go,everything she does,it all leads back to him.

If all were perfect, what should we have to suffer from others for God’s sake? But God has so ordained, that we may learn to bear with one another’s burdens, for there is no man...

Pain is the biggest power of love.” That’s what Wireman says.

When you left you left behind a fieldof silent flowers under a sky full of unstirred clouds…you left a million butterfliesmid-silky flutters You left like midnight rain against my dreaming ears Oh and how you...

I’ve never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness...

This you have to understand. There’s only one way to hurt a man who’s lost everything. Give him back something broken.

Weeping for the dead’s a waste of breath -they’re lucky, they can’t die again.

La condizione più straziante per l’animo umano non è il dolore; è il dubbio!

Only when the sense of the pain of others begins does man begin.

When you have a plan in your mind of what the best life is for you, but it doesn’t match your life, you have pain.

And one day they tell you that love doesn’t exist between you two. And you start blaming yourself even after knowing that you’ve been cheated on.

Sometimes the greatest fear and pain come from a sense of meaninglessness in life. Meaning is a choice, not a search, remember? A sense of meaninglessness is really, therefore, a call to let in higher...

Sometimes the truth will hurt and a lie will set you free; just as a lie will hurt and the truth will set you free.

There is a pain you can’t think your way out of. You can’t talk it away. If there was someone to talk to. You can walk. One foot the other foot. Breathe in breathe out....

It is natural for us to wish that God had designed for us a less glorious and less arduous destiny; but then we are wishing not for more love but for less.

Old age doth in sharp pains abound;We are belabored by the gout,Our blindness is a dark profound,Our deafness each one laughs about.Then reason’s light with falling rayDoth but a trembling flicker cast.Honor to age, ye...

Love can be simply stated to be the desire of the human being to integrate oneself with other selves in such a way that one starts feeling the pain and pleasure of another person as...

excuses” and the fear of having to be accountable for their life.

Pain is as expansive as life itself. Pain grows with us and in us as a cultivation of life’s unfolding.

The way you engage someone’s pain either reinforces their pain or helps to release it.

I just want to feel like home. I just want Rosabelle. My other half. Where she was day, I was night. While I was earth, she was sky.” -Dreams, Smiles, and Bloody Tears

Imagine, for example, birds. When they look out at the world, they have a sense that they are alive. If they are in pain, they can do something about it. If they have hunger or...

He’s dead Duncan, killed himself when I was 13. In all those years he forgot something vital. He taught me when he was learning for himself. I know how to inflict pain; the scary thing...

Ah. It was you.

It hurts too much so I don’t want to talk about it.

What allows us, as human beings, to psychologically survive life on earth, with all of its pain, drama, and challenges, is a sense of purpose and meaning.

The excess of pleasure is pain

To love is to destroy pain.I love your heart.

A fájdalom, amit érzel a gyengeség, amint elhagyja a szívedet. A téveszmék elmúltának fájdalma. Nincs magasabb rendű eszme. Nincsenek istenek. Nincsenek bírák, akik ítélkeznek jó és rossz felett. Nem kérlek, hogy szeresd a valóságot. Csak...

With the snow piling up outside, the warm dry cabin hidden in its fold of the mountain felt like a safe haven indeed, though it had not been such for the people who had lived...

My greatest fear is that, even in death, I shall never forget the pain of living.

And so, wish becomes pang; the crave, an ache; pleasure, pain. Losing all its pleasure, anticipation cuts the opposite direction and becomes merely a constant, painful reminder of what they’ve lost, forever.

Nothing hurts a good soul and a kind heart more than to live amongst people who cannot understand it.

I had wanted to compromise with Fate: to escape occasional great agonies by submitting to a whole life of privation and small pains.

He’s doing well. The kidney is doing great. He’s in some pain from the surgery, but we couldn’t ask for anything better.

Where neither go wrong, the naive only see the world as a victim of bad doctrine; the cynic only sees good doctrine as a victim of the world.

When i move through my pain, it clears the path for a new dawn, a new day. It is in these moments, i feel the sun rising on the horizon of hope, in my soul.

I had a horrible feeling my leg was broken. If it wasn’t, it had a lot of explaining to do.

I define myself and grow as a person through emotional torment, so if you love me, you will inflict as much pain on me as you possibly can.

When faced with two equally tough choices, most people choose the third choice: to not choose.

That’s where the payment pain is going to come for a lot of households.

The number seven is magical, they say. Seven years ’til our cells completely regenerate. Seven years ’til Jacob possesses Rachel, no, Leah, and seven more for Rachel. Seven days in a week. Post traumatic stress...

All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one’s heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.

Of pain you could wish only one thing: that it should stop. Nothing in the world was so bad as physical pain. In the face of pain there are no heroes.

A migraine is the cockblock of writing.

If not towards his case to give him glimpses of what could be a happy future, it stayed back at least to warrant her happiness, stayed back with the pain that strangely didn’t hurt anymore.

Sometimes pain is a cure.

Some people ask me, ‘Why do you do what you do with so much passion?’ So I tell them, I prefer to be a helping hand to others than to sit around and watch them...

I wondered if there was anything [the doctor] could do to to make the pain disappear and my arms work again. I wondered if I was going to get any worse than I already was....