Fire can destroy or purify, strengthen or weaken, all depending on the nature of the material being burned. Pain has the same effects on the human soul, and for the same reasons.

Though you may hear me holler,And you may see me cry–I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,If you gonna see me die.

So it comes to this: I would have lost her either way. If Cole hadn’t reinfected her, I would have lost her in the hospital bed. And now Cole’s wolf tozin pumps through her veins,...

so that we can get up in the morning and do it all over again.” It is the brain’s own drug for coping with the human condition.

Love is a terrible thing and its loss is even worse.

Sometimes your kids will say the nastiest things, won’t they, Rose? You want to ask,’Whose child is this?'”Rose chuckled.”But usually, they’re just in some kind of pain. They need to work it out.

Whereas Rosa’s lips were full and lush, her mother’s were thin and pinched in an expression that hinted at pain so long suppressed and hidden that in hiding from the world, the pain had become...

Everything hurts right now and nothing is helping because as the pain is getting worse — so is the love.

He loves me so he hurts meTo try and make me good.It doesn’t work. I’m just too badAnd don’t do what I should.My memory has so many different sections and, like all survivors, there are...

We endure the strokes like anvils or hard steel,Till pain itself make us no pain to feel.

He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!

Congress’s definition of torture in those laws – the infliction of severe mental or physical pain – leaves room for interrogation methods that go beyond polite conversation.

Not all truths hurt. And not all that is hurtful is truthful.

My partner once said to me:You should let go of memories,live for the present,you’re holding on to the past for too long.I said to her:-The reason I hold on and cherish those memories is that...

I gave up on cussing – I’d run out of words filthy enough – and just started praying.

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.