Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.

If pain could have cured us we should long ago have been saved.

A man who suffers before it is necessary, suffers more than is necessary.

One fire burns out another's burning; One pain is lessened by another's anguish.

Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

Nothing begins and nothing ends That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain, And perish in our own.

The pain seemed to be displacing with its own hairy segments his heart and lungs; as its grip swelled in his throat he felt he was holding his brain like a morsel on a platter high out of hungry reach.

Hearts live by being wounded.

Suffering is one very long moment. We can not divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods and chronicle their return.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.