You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.

Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies
Between the pain of hell and Paradise.

Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies
Between the pain of hell and Paradise.

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.

Long ailments wear out pain, and long hopes, joy.

Long ailments wear out pain, and long hopes, joy.

They can't hurt you unless you let them.

They can't hurt you unless you let them.

Nature knows best, and she says, roar!

Nature knows best, and she says, roar!

The mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain,
And the anguish of the singer marks the sweetness read more

The mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain,
And the anguish of the singer marks the sweetness of the strain.
- Sarah Williams ("Saidie"),

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.

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.