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.

Loving is a feeling that brings both joy and pain to my heart. Joy from being with you, being filled read more

Loving is a feeling that brings both joy and pain to my heart. Joy from being with you, being filled with an emotion so deep and tender that no other feeling can compare. Pain from knowing that I'm so in love, that I'm more vulnerable than I've ever

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

Pain adds rest unto pleasure, and teaches the luxury of health.

Pain adds rest unto pleasure, and teaches the luxury of health.

Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.

Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.

They can't hurt you unless you let them.

They can't hurt you unless you let them.

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.