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There is a limit for everything. You can't just load tons and tons of peacock feathers in a cart considering it's light weight. If you do, it will damage the axle of the cart.

There is a hole in the heart called "absence". You live in it my dear.

There is no burden in love, because love is always selfish

There is no pain (physical & mental) where there is liberation (moksha) and where there is pain (physical & mental), there is no liberation. Physical exertion is obstinacy.

There is no problem if there is ‘egoism’. But, it should be ‘normal’. ‘Normal’ egoism means that it does not hurt anyone.

There is sheel (the highest state of conduct in worldly interaction) when not a single living being is ever hurt even to the slightest extent through the mind, through the ego, through the antahkaran (the mind-intellect-chit-ego complex). Sheel arises for the one who maintains such an intent.

There is soul in side body all life we live with it but we do not meet with our soul and our soul leaves our body when we die But Our soul meet with us when we on dead bed.

There may be a lot of things that can’t be helped. But maybe when handled by someone else, there is a different way of doing it. Yet you have always chosen the most extreme methods. You just end up hurting people around you. Why? Why are you so cruel to such an extreme? -Ruo Xi

There may be times of pain and regret and deep hurt in our lives. Often it takes a painful situation to motivate us back to where God wants us to be or intended us to be. Until some people will get up and remove the thorn from under their foot, that is causing utter discomfort, they will not change. No, God does not cause the pain or hurt or sickness or tragedy, but He may use it (allow it) to bring us to a place where we are focused on Him, where He has our attention and where He can minister to us by His Spirit, in our inner being.

There’s no magical healing in this. I won’t wake up tomorrow fixed and joyful. I’ll still hurt and grieve. But moments like this, with Colton? They make it all bearable. He doesn't fix me, doesn't heal me. He just makes life worthwhile. He helps me remember to breathe, shows me how to smile again. He kisses me, and I can forget pain, forget the urges I still have to cut for the pain that erases the emotions.

There's no right or wrong way to hurt. Everybody does it their own way. It's how we respond to pain that tells the kind of person we are.

There's some wounds that run too deep to be seen. They're the most dangerous.

The result of the discharging of karma tagged with shukladhyan (Internal state that renders the constant awareness of ‘I am pure Soul’) is moksha (liberation). And the result of discharging of karma tagged with dharmadhyan (absence of adverse internal state of being that hurts the self and others) is tremendous punya (merit karma). It binds punyanubandhi punya (merit karma that binds more merit karma).

There was a lonely summer Where I took the string and unraveled the magic circle from everything It was because of you, and what you did to me

There was a lot of pain in that kiss. There was so much hurt and so much fear in it. I felt tears rolling down the both of our faces. But, in that kiss, there was even more want. We both wanted to smother out that pain, to not have so many horrible things in the all too recent past, to just be normal, to do the types of things we were supposed to be dealing with besides death and disability.

There was no one to be seen so she gave in freely to her sobs as she made her way home, pressed her arms against her stomach; the pain lodged in there like an ill-tempered foetus. Let a person in and he hurts you. There was a reason why she kept her relationships brief. Don't let them in. Once they're inside they have more potential to hurt you. Comfort yourself. You can live with the anguish as long as it only involves yourself. As long as there is no hope.

There were many things she could have said, but we forget to forge armor against the knife-thrusts of our loved ones.

There were times in meeting I was called a baby sitter, a social worker by my colleagues. Now that we have a different leader, he looks at it the way I look at it, and he supported me in what I was doing. There were times he saw me crying, and he would comfort me and say that’s okay. Commissioner Paul Farquharson was one of my biggest supporters. It used to hurt me, because I was trying to help somebody and they say I was babysitting. Don’t tell me I am babysitting, now that I have retired now I am babysitting. So not because I was trying to reach out and work with those children, don’t say I was babysitting them. I work the Criminal Investigation Department (CID) for 22 years and I was rough in CID. I realize CID was the end result, because whenever you get to that stage you are almost finished. It is in line with the broken window theory, if you can save those youngsters before they start committing those big offenses, then they wouldn’t reach CID. Crime prevention was a part of my job, I believe in going out there and trying to prevent that youngster from committing crime. He should respect other people’s property. Supt. Allerdyce Strachan, the first female officer to rise to the rank of superintendent on the Royal Bahamas Police Force.

There were two and only two messages that could have been comprehended by what he said. But neither of them was soothing; neither of them was a lie.

There were those days in life when you were trying to win me. And there are days now when you decided to lose me.

The sad part is you love her..... and she didn't love you back.

The same one who mistreated you will be the one needing you. So, don't hesitate to help. Because that will be the best positive revenge.

The storm only grew stronger. Walls of facets became flooded with cracks, the tumultuous gale escaped through the smallest crevice. With her arms spread wide and all her muscles hard and taunt, she broke free from the chrysalis, letting loose her new wings and that mighty storm. I thought it was over, but I was wrong. She spread her wings and sang her song. She rode upon the howl of wind until she was gone.

The sad part is that you love her.... and she didn't love you back.

These places I traveled through, they were a lot like the people I knew. Some abodes I muddled about for a day or two, others entertained my thoughts for a year or a few. Each place and person gave me wisdom or growth, and, if I was lucky, sometimes I'd get both.

The sky was so blue I couldn’t look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories, but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desk tick tick tick me not making a sound and some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind, but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine.

The story of my birth that my mother told me went like this: "When you were coming out I wasn't ready yet and neither was the nurse. The nurse tried to push you back in, but I shit on the table and when you came out, you landed in my shit." If there ever was a way to sum things up, the story of my birth was it.

The scribbles in my notebook are a reflection of you. Every line holds your name. Every paragraph a feature of yours I love. Each page is a memory of moments that took my breath away. Of times when I laughed more than my lungs would allow. My notebook is full, but I always knew only one would hardly contain all of you.

The stark nakedness and simplicity of the conflict with which humanity is oppressed - that of getting angry with and wishing to hurt the very person who is most loved.

The surest way to hurt yourself is to give up on love, just because it didn’t work out the first time.

The thing is I loved you so much and I would have done everything for you And it keeps me up on nights like this where the moon shines brighter than the sun’s glare in the morning sky that you’re not here with me And the thing is I loved you so much more than you deserved and it wasn’t enough I wasn’t enough.

The things that I love about you aren't going to go away when you go on your book tour, and they're not going to go away when you go on your mission. I'll still be here, and I'll still be thinking about all those things. I'll still be working on being a better person, a better friend, a better son. I'll still be wondering what it would be like to be a better boyfriend for you. And you will be on your mission, thinking about how much you wish your weren't gay.

The thought of hurting him ripped me apart. Ripped me so totally, that I knew, I cared more for him than I did myself.

The truth hurts but a lie will eventually as well

The truth feels like it hurts, yet actually it builds. A lie feels like it builds, yet actually it hurts.

The truth might hurt but lies hurt even more.

The truth hurts. But if we want to heal the world, we had better start paying attention to the pain.

The whole world is indeed trapped by misery. What is the misery about? Due to ignorance of one’s own Real Self (agnanta). Due to ignorance of one’s own Real Self (agnanta), attachment-abhorrence (raag-dwesh) keeps on occuring, which leads to this misery. Only through Gnan [Knowledge of the Real Self] can one prevail in a misery-free state. There is no other solution at all.

The very best and the very worst of life will come from [their] ability to love strangers.

The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn’t fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now. I fiddle with my hands, peering up at him again, and all I can think is, God, I wish he’d stop staring at me like that.

The whole thing was so intense, so full of hurt that when I look back at it I squint. I want it forgotten.

The wife and children have come under our shelter. How can we hurt those who have come under our shelter (and support)? We cannot hurt those who are dependent upon us even if they are at fault.

The world he had left was not ready for his return, or rather, he was not ready to return to the world he had left.

...the years have taught me not to wonder too much at the dark things men do. Strange how it is that men never act crueller than when they're fighting for the sake of an idea. We've been killing since Cain over who stands closer to god. It seems to me that cruelty is just in the way of things. You drive yourself mad if you take it all personal. Those who hurt you don't have the power over you they would like. That's why they do what they do. And I'm not going to give them the power now. But it was a cruel thing that they did, and when they had finished hurting me, a splinter of loneliness seemed to break off and stay inside me forever.

The world needs someone they can admire from a distance; from a very far distance.

The wound made by hurting with fire will heal but the wound created by harsh words uttered using out tongue leaves an indelible scar.

they always mentioned his name. For her, it was as if they were constantly squeezing lemon juice on an open wound.

They flew to avoid the horrors of land and sea, Daedalus and Icarus were for few moments free. Though the sun was Icarus' ultimate bane, we came to always remember his name. For he felt the sun's burn, a lesson Daedalus would never learn. When he found his son's corpse and looked upon his face, he saw a smile there fastened in place. He continued his life wondering what his son had seen, hoping it was worth it since his dead smile was so serene. The sun always seemed to mock him after, shining, brilliant, blinding laughter. Daedalus grew withered and haunted by light, preferring the sea's air in the depths of night. He watched lunar birds soar through the stars and away, forever regretting his decision to take flight during the day. He had lost his son to the sun in a twist of anomaly, he wondered which of them truly escaped that day, in all honesty.

They'll say you are bad or perhaps you are mad or at least you should stay undercover. Your mind must be bare if you would dare to think you can love more than one lover.

They may hurt you more than times just to cover up their own mistakes but the Lord will lift you up in His time. You don't need to prove yourself - You have the Lord and IT'S MORE THAN ENOUGH.