Only someone you loved could make you wear that kind of expression. Someone who had once loved you knew how to get to the part of you where the pain lived.

It is natural for us to wish that God had designed for us a less glorious and less arduous destiny; but then we are wishing not for more love but for less.

Don't complain. It's just a way of explaining your pains for no gains. Wake up to your calling... Wear a positive move and say your desires to God!

La lujuria es capaz de nacer del dolor. Hay que experimentarlo. Justo en el fragor de los celos más abyectos, el dispendio de la carne se abre paso.

I felt that I did not really remember her except through the pain, and I longed for the nails that riveted her to my consciousness to be driven yet deeper.

I always thought high school was supposed to be a time for finding yourself, but I guess that's only if you fit into the mold people have made for you.

We look before and after,And pine for what is not;Our sincerest laughterWith some pain is fraught;Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought.

Yeah. I know why she cuts. I just don’t know the seed-reason. It’s deep inside her, and it’ll take time and patience to get it out of her.

Those moments are painful when our loved ones leave us and say that we should not cry,although they know how we are feeling and what we are going through...

When i move through my pain, it clears the path for a new dawn, a new day. It is in these moments, i feel the sun rising on the horizon of hope, in my soul.

Each pain is Unbearable / yet TriflingSeeing the TRUTH is Excruciating / yet ExquisiteThrough Laugher & Tears / Grinning & Fear, we face our demons.

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,but to be fearless in facing them. Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, butfor the heart to conquer it.

The lights flickered, the pain went away, and her mother was holding her, singing ‘Sleep sweet sleep’. (The Children of Ankh series) Kim Cormack

Also, I’m angry. I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why does it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?

I have stopped painting. I stand in front of the easel, brush in hand, but my mind is blank. It is as if I have been struck by a strange kind of blindness.