It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life’s sores the better.
Weak people let their pain choke them to a slow, emotional death. Strong people use that pain. They use it as fuel.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.