When the head aches, all the members partake of the pain.[translation by John Willis Clark]When the head suffers all the members suffer.[translation by John Ormsby][Que cuando la cabeza duele, todos los miembros duelen.]
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.
You’re only human. And as humans, we can’t expect to shoulder all of our pain. Sometimes we have to share it with the people who love us so we don’t come crashing down from the weight of it all.
You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
When pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.
There’s nothing so painful, so corrosive, as suspicion.
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.
There is no birth of consciousness without pain.
The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts, and is desired.
The pain of failure – the pain of failure that is so much greater than the pleasure of success.
Silence is a protective coating over pain.
One thing you can’t hide is when you’re crippled inside.
