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All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.

All too often, we mask truth in artifice, concealing ourselves for fear of losing the ones we love or prolonging a deception for those we wish to expose. We hide behind that which brings us comfort from pain and sadness or use it to repel a truth too devastating to accept.

All vegans and vegetarians have heard it: “But what about the plants? What about their feelings? They feel pain, too. Don’t you feel bad for the carrots? You are killing them, you know.” Sorry, but the above represent the dumbest set of excuses I’ve ever heard as to why some people claim eating animals is morally equivalent to eating plants. Tellingly, these people’s concern for plant feelings has not reared its head over eating a baked potato with steak, or seeing capers in chicken piccata. No, it’s arisen because the conversation has turned to cruelty toward the animals we eat, something that’s difficult to swallow.

Alone, all alone in the world, sad and small like a nightingale serenading the infinite. How could a love so tender and sweet become the cross of my pain? No, no, I can't conceive I won't receive your precious lips again. My eyes are tired of weeping, my heart of beating. If perhaps some crystal moment before dawn or twilight you remember me, bring only a bouquet of tears to lay upon my thirsty grave.

All your troubles, struggles, pains and suffering is worth one good thing.

Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.

Almost nothing happens by accident. There’s no use getting upset and losing your peace. Sometimes out of your pain comes purpose.

A lot of people pray for power, house, financial breakthrough, wealth etc. But only few ask God for wisdom. There are so many great power pack man and women of God who lack wisdom.

A Loss is a Loss no matter how small or insignificant it may seem, it hurt because It mattered. Let not other's decide whether it should hurt or not , or how long it should take to heal. Give yourself time and in addition a reminder - "We cannot snatch back, what is lost, from the brutal hands of time. We can only start building something even better now." Focus your energy on the rebuilding and your Pain will soon fade away. I promise you that !

A love where no one gets hurt doesn't exist.

Although he never speaks of how or what or why, I know that his childhood was difficult, that his parents broke his heart. Books and excess poundage are his insulation against pain.

ALWAYS BELIEVE THAT: THE PAIN YOU'VE BEEN FEELING WILL SOON GO AWAY.. ALWAYS BELIEVE THAT: JOY IS ON THE WAY.

ALWAYS BELIEVE THAT: PAIN YOU'VE BEEN FEELING WILL SOON GO AWAY.. ALWAYS BELIEVE THAT: JOY IS ON THE WAY.

Always – but especially when suffering - surround yourself with those who inspire you to lose yourself more honestly, to love others more thoroughly, to live life more fully, and to trust God more wholly. Huddle with those who care for you and those who are exemplary in their encouragement, patience and understanding of others. Hang out with those who strive to put God and faith at their center. Pray for peers, friends and mentors who will not only encourage you to be your best independent, strong, and vulnerable self all at the same time – but also sincerely humble. Pray that their angel dust will transcend you when even the smallest flecks of their contagious warmth and permeating beauty fall upon you. Then ever pray that you may have the opportunity to likewise ease and nurture others in such authentic ways; thus honing such a charitable, other-oriented nature of your own, – a miraculous healing balm – a buffer of pain if there ever was one. Know this is the most powerful antidote for fear and sorrow; the most effective – and addictive – cure-all known in all of creation; an elixir for that otherwise, elusive kind of happiness – the kind that weathers, endures and remains in all seasons and conditions.

Always look from an angle from which you can find more happiness in it and more joy. Ordinarily our mind always finds faults – hence it makes us miserable. Misery is an attitude. But always find the thing that will make you more happy; and it is available everywhere! If a man has decided to be happy, then in no situation can he be made unhappy. And if a man has a wrong attitude then in no situation will he ever be happy. Happiness is an attitude, so is unhappiness.

Always remember, child... that to think bad thoughts is really the easiest thing in the world. If you leave your mind to itself it will spiral you down into ever increasing unhappiness. To think good thoughts, however, requires effort. This is one onf the things that discipline - training - is about.

A man of suffering is familiar with pain.

A man need is pain to be delivered from the pleasure of sin.

A man with wisdom will always have a solution no matter how big his challenges may be. Wisdom makes you a problem solver.

A million tears fall from my eyes; I can't continue with this life; I don't know why I fall in love If love is only meant to hurt me

Amina would not know herself until years later, when she understood what it was to long for someone, to ache for their smell and taste on you, to imagine the weight of their hips pinning yours so precisely that you crane up to meet your own invisible desire

A mí me disparan y me dicen: "No pasa nada". Trató de estar con un ánimo despreocupado y alegre por Gabriel. Necesito ignorar a Nesbitt, pero cuando voy a coger más pan, veo mi mano y todas las cicatrices que tiene y el tatuaje negro y quiero gritarle a Nesbitt que me dolió, que cada cicatriz que tengo dolió, y que mi cuerpo está cubierto de cicatrices que sanaron rápidamente pero que todas me dolieron, y no puedo decir de ninguna de ellas que "no pasó nada".

Ameţeală. Ameţeala e senzaţia cea mai chinuitoare. Nici o durere nu-i atât de cumplită. Ameţeala. Lumea se învârte, se desface, te desfaci şi tu, eşti rupt în bucăţi.

Amy had always thought she was too vain and selfish to seriously contemplate suicide, also too afraid of pain. She realized now that when she'd thought that, she hadn't understood how painful existence could get. It could get so painful, it turned out, that any other kind of pain began to seem preferable. She felt ridiculous thinking these goth-teenager thoughts, but they were real.

A narcissist can be your husband, wife, mother, father, sister, brother, boyfriend, girlfriend, neighbor, boss, church member or anyone you come in contact with. There is endless possibilities of “who” they can be. The important thing to remember is the actions, behaviors are all very similar.

And as my friend, you should be doing your utmost to prevent me from making a mistake that will result in a great deal of pain.” “You’ve already had the pain,” he pointed out. “Now you may as well have the pleasure of making the mistake.” “My God,” Aline whispered, squeezing his arm tightly, “you are such a terrible influence, Adam.” “I try,” he murmured, smiling down at her.

An Author is forced by his Life's misery,to Live or Die in his Dreams,for every sad verse he writes,by breaking his Heart's Melodious strings, in need of sympathy.

And all this aching memories of you are floating through my burning veins; letting my scars glow in a dark blue reflecting the colour of your weary eyes.

And also because - Oh, my darling, my darling, forgive me; I’m going to cause you quite a lot of pain.

And all the time my very soul would travel with her, invisible and crying soundlessly with pain. I had acquired a dimension of suffering which would poison and devour my whole being, as far as I could see, forever.

And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your souls means that you are still alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even though you have done nothing to deserve it.

And even if Amina didn't yet know what it was to love like that, to burn until your spine has no choice but to try to wind itself around an empty shirt, she understood for sure that the people who said it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all were a bunch of dicks.

And confessions of love have always seemed out of place when you’re gasping for air, when you’re begging for pain, when you’re missing something, unable to change the channel.

And I died As the thunder crashes -in an empty sound. (It turned my soul into a wound) My life is destroyed Without you My mind is destroyed Within me I know a place where flowers bloom Please take my hands into the woods Please distract me from my pain It cries loudly into my veins.

And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic... because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep... you take a book to read... you take a pen and a paper to write...you cling on some music that might just make you fall asleep... yet nothing helps... another sleepless night and all you want is the dawn to break soon....

And I do not know how I can feel this much pain and survive, and at the same time know how much I have to live.

And for Peter... well, sometimes cruelty is kindness in disguise. Sometimes pain is the best teacher. Sometimes it does you no harm to realize that there's a limit to what you can get away with.

And he howled in agony, in a pain that would never cease as long as he lived. His tortured voice echoed in those mountains for a long long time...

and I told myself -- as I've told myself before -- that the body shuts down then the pain gets too bad, that consciousness is temporary, that this will pass. But just like always, I didn't slip away. I was left on the shore with the waves washing over me, unable to drown.

And I wonder what the sound of a heart breaking might be. And I think it might be quiet, unperceptively so, and not dramatic at all. Like the sound of an exhausted swallow falling gently to earth.

And it seemed as though for a moment, the world encapsulated them in a giant sigh. As if the world was exhausted by humanity—by the bellows of war and bullets, of hateful cries and grieving tears. Of all the pain, the endless pain humanity had brought into its peaceful existence. A great heaving sigh to wash it all away. But like the sea, when washed away, war only crashed harder, a surging line of arched backs and brackish tears.

And my worst pains are words I cannot say

And in her life, she found the perfect death, a way to drown out the pain, a way to let go.

And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again.

And Nephilim—we tend to love very overwhelmingly. To fall in love only once, to die of grief over love—my old tutor used to say that the hearts of the Nephilim were like hearts of angels: They felt every human pain, and never healed.

And now in her deep heart an even sharper pain was stirring, a pain which would stay with her always.

And my biggest fear would be forever missing a piece. You see our story was never complete, and it's supposed to be finished but you haven't yet heard all of me. So listen because my biggest fear would be missing out on how it truly feels . I will forever miss a touch though i never tried it on my face; i might miss how cold it is and i might miss how warm it left me, i might miss how it perfectly traces every line and i might miss how it gets lost everytime. I will forever miss a hand that held my heart, one that only learnt how to wave goodbye, one that only learnt how to part, i will never know how your fingers interlaced with mine, though i have been always sure that they fit perfectly inside. And I know i will definitely miss waking up to your eyes, i will miss knowing they see right through me, i will miss having that subtle silent stare reassure my heart. And a very long playlist will go to waste, no slow dancing not on the kitchen floor and never once in the rain.Just know I already miss having your back, but you are the one who turned yours and i don't know if i should ever forgive that.

And she called him a stranger. Whose name still echoed in her mind like a war cry. Who had seen each bit of her naked soul and knew how scarred her soul is. Whose reflection still stood, smiling at her every time she stood in front of the mirror.

And so the beauty was in being alone; but it was also the pain.

And so, wish becomes pang; the crave, an ache; pleasure, pain. Losing all its pleasure, anticipation cuts the opposite direction and becomes merely a constant, painful reminder of what they’ve lost, forever.