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.

Come t’e’ picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!

Sometimes with the most intense pain a paralysis of sensibility occurs. The soul disintegrates–hence the deadly frost–the free power of the mind–the shattering, ceaseless wit of this kind of despair. There is no inclination for...

To be of the Earth is to know the restlessness of being a seed the darkness of being planted the struggle toward the light the pain of growth into the light the joy of bursting...

I wonder if he had a Cathy and who she was.

In the midst of happiness or despairin sorrow or in joyin pleasure or in pain:Do what is right and you will be at peace.

Weißt du, die Leute lügen, wenn sie sagen, nichts sei so stark wie die Liebe. Das ist eine der größten und gemeinsten Lügen überhaupt. Liebe ist nicht stark. Sie ist so verletzlich wie nur irgendwas....

You didn’t get past something like that, you go through it — and for that reason alone, I understood more about her than she ever would have guessed.

… he does pledge to reweave your pain for a higher purpose.

When the swelling goes down and the pain goes down, we’ll see how it goes.

I have a little theory that I’d like to air here, if I may. What is it that you think makes you magicians?” More silence. Fogg was well into rhetorical-question territory now anyway. He spoke...

I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry… just make me feel alive.

It was strange how in that moment of tragedy, it had seemed so unreal, like an old-fashioned movie reel playing on a screen for my eyes only. The pain and broken heart were blocked off...

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!!