We're all human. We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.
I used to walk by the river An old book under my arm The river is the same as pain It elapses mindlessly And when will the week be over
Knowledge is pain and that is why it hurts to know.
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain.
Yes, perhaps that was it. For decades now the picture of the world painted by the scientists had become strange, distant, unbelievable. Far easier, then, to ignore it than try to understand. Things were too complicated. Why bother? Turn on the telly, luv. Right.
May all your joys be pure joys, and all your pain champagne.
I seen nights full of pain, days of the same.
I'm sorry. I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.
Morality turns on whether the pleasure precedes or follows the pain. Thus, it is immoral to get drunk because the headache comes after the drinking, but if the headache came first, and the drunkenness afterwards, it would be moral to get drunk.
Feeling is an art and, like any other art, can be acquired by taking pains.
Time cancels young pain.
Without Pains, No Gains.
Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.
Under Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine. Why must I be reminded again Of our love? Doesn't happiness issue from pain? Bring on the night, ring out the hour. The days wear on but I endure.
No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.