The way to be really despicable is to be contemptuous of other people’s pain.

how anxiously I yearned for those I had forsaken.

She knew nothing of the massacre that went on around her, but when she released the wail of a broken hearted mother, one man heard her. The one who took her son’s life.

Life is terribly awkward and uncomfortable, so we spend our time searching for those who make it all a little less unpleasant.

I’m always more motivated by the pain of a funny character than by what makes him funny.

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...

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.