But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain.

This you have to understand. There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken.

Life is terribly awkward and uncomfortable, so we spend our time searching for those who make it all a little less unpleasant.

If sitting on a beach, with a drink, under a palm tree, it's easy to tell one in rain to 'just be calm' see. 

Rejection, though--it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

...the heart of a child can take forty-nine blows before it’s damaged for ever and what’s done can never be undone.

I bought this place for a pittance, because it was a dump. Rejected, abandoned, unwanted. Like me. I fixed it up. Made it mine.

Behind each and every difficult mountain is an easy valley. Keep climbing; endure a little more. Your pain will bring you gain!

The hate people hold on to for so long is what keeps them from feeling the pain they're most afraid of. deal with it. grow.

She knew this pain would fade again; like a sunburn, it would heal itself and leave her slightly more protected from the glare.

Behind this smile in my faceLies the dark shadow of emptinessHiding from your eyes within my gazeConcealed with sham happiness.

Nature gave us pain as a messaging device to tell us that we are approaching, or that we have exceeded, our limits in some way.

...it's not the stories - it's the pain and the joy and the people who stay with you long after the stories are told ...

Shared, the pain was double, but only half so crippling. She couldn't bring herself to wish for the strenght to stand alone.

Things are always terriblefor some people. The questionis the ratio of the palpable hurtto the general sessionof life in an era.