When the head aches, all the members partake of the pain.
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.
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?
When pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.
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.
They can expect nothing but their labor for the pains.
There’s nothing so painful, so corrosive, as suspicion.