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And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens,
Are singing the selfsame strain.
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens,
Are singing the selfsame strain.
Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
They can't hurt you unless you let them.
They can't hurt you unless you let them.
God is a concept by which we measure our pain.
God is a concept by which we measure our pain.
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more read more
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish read more
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.
It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing to endure read more
It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing to endure pain with patience.
