In moments of pain, we seek revenge.

Egotism is the anesthetic that dulls the pain of stupidity.

Life is hard. It is. And it's like, I don't want anybody feeling any pain.

I had surgery on my core muscles. They were ripping apart.

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

We want our wounds to speak for themselves, but usually we end up having to speak for them.

It is in dialogue with pain that many beautiful things acquire their value.

After all, what is suffering but an awareness of suffering?

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

He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging...

No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common...

Some attribute had departed from her, the permanence of which had been essential to keep her a woman. Such is frequently the fate, and such the stern development, of the feminine character and person,...

To each, or about each, of his colleagues he had said at one time or other, something... something impossible to recall in this or that case and difficult to define in general terms -- some careless...

Nothing is fair in this world. You might as well get that straight right now

Just because she isn't human, do you think that means she doesn't feel pain?

You aren't old enough to have such regrets.""Pain doesn't respect age, my lady.

And then it was, that grief and pain made themselves known to me as never before. Note this, because I knew the full absurdity of Fate and Fortune and Nature more truly than a human can bear to know...

On Major Depression, quoted by the great William Styron of Sophie's Choice & Darkness Visible

I would bear it for her if I could

You can listen to silence, Reuven. I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own. It talks to me sometimes. I feel myself alive...

In our instinctive rebellion against pain, we are children again, and demand an active will to wreak our vengeance on.

But he won't let the pain blot out the humor no more'n he'll let the humor blot out the pain.

We can ignore even pleasure. But pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.

I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child's blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to...

… she claimed it's a sign of God's mercy that He won't let us remember the reddest details of pain. He knows the parts we can't bear and won't let our minds render them again. In time, from disuse,...

She sobbed the way she did everything else- with passion and excess.

Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting.

You didn't get past something like that, you go through it -- and for that reason alone, I understood more about her than she ever would have guessed.

Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.