Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.

There are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

Hearts united in pain and sorrow will not be separated by joy and happiness. Bonds that are woven in sadness are stronger than the ties of joy and pleasure. Love that is washed by tears will remain eternally pure and faithful.

Could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy.

Creative output, you know, is just pain. I'm going to be cliche for a minute and say that great art comes from pain.

I am God's vessel. But my greatest pain in life is that I will never be able to see myself perform live.

Pain is the body's way of telling the brain it's in trouble. Similarly, confusion is the brain's way of telling the body, 'All right, buddy, drop that book.

The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one you'll never have.

Change and growth is so painful. But it's so necessary for us to evolve.

It's very easy to feel someone's pain when you love them.

Pain. I seem to have an affection, a kind of sweettooth for it. Bolts of lightning, little rivulets of thunder. And I the eye of the storm.

I'm looking for the perfect paintball movie.

It is not the intensity but the duration of pain that breaks the will to resist.

I miss you so much your absence causes me, at times, accute pain. I don't mean sexually. I mean in connection with my writing.

People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface.

Separation is painful, but so is its opposite. And if being together brings joy, then it is only proper that separation should do the same in its own way.

“Expect no reward when you serve the wicked, and be thankful if you escape injury for your pains.”

“Evil companions bring more hurt than profit.”

“Pleasure bought with pains, hurts.”

“foresight of our own dissolution is so terrible to us, and that the idea of those circumstances, which undoubtedly can give us no pain when we are dead, makes us miserable while we are alive. And from thence arises one of the most important principles in human nature, the dread of death, the great poison to the happiness, but the great restraint upon the injustice of mankind, which, while it afflicts and mortifies the individual, guards and protects the society.”