Weeping for the dead's a waste of breath -they're lucky, they can't die again.

...Loving someone so much and knowing you can’t be with them was cripplingly painful.

The only pleasing thing in life is pain. Pain creates pleasure, but not in the literal way.

Identifying pain in others was easy for me. I was drawn to it in some strange perverse way.

She is not with me,this grief is not bigger then this happiness that she is with her choice

I like pain. I like when it lingers. It reminds a person of what they've lived through.

One fire burns out another's burning,One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Let not pain ruin you. Make it a motivation for you to change and live a new life, instead.

Fatigue had started to set in...and now my eyes showed it as I struggled to keep them open.

Pain is increased by rejection, love all the beloveds who've put a dagger in your heart.

Foolish people inflict pain upon them self which is worse than what an enemy can bring upon.

Straight tribulation is easier to bear than tribulation which advertises itself as pleasure.

The moment we refuse to hurt others because of our own pain, is the time we evolve as souls.

Don’t ask why people keep hurting you. Ask yourself why are you allowing it to happen.

Don't be scared...Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You'll find out one day.