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

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

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

by Laurence Sterne Found in: Pain Quotes,
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There is one pain I often feel, which you will never know. It is caused by the absence of you.

There is one pain I often feel, which you will never know. It is caused by the absence of you.

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They can't hurt you unless you let them.

They can't hurt you unless you let them.

by Rosanne Cash Found in: Courage Quotes, Pain Quotes,
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So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did
not only sigh but roar.

So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did
not only sigh but roar.

by Matthew (mathew) Henry Found in: Pain Quotes,
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Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.

Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.

by Charles Lamb Found in: Pain Quotes,
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Pain is never permanent.

Pain is never permanent.

by Saint Teresa Of Avila Found in: Pain Quotes,
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Much benevolence of the passive order may be traced to a disinclination to inflict pain upon oneself.

Much benevolence of the passive order may be traced to a disinclination to inflict pain upon oneself.

by George Meredith Found in: Pain Quotes,
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Long ailments wear out pain, and long hopes, joy.

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

by Stanislaus I Found in: Pain Quotes,
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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.

by Robert Burns Found in: Pain Quotes,
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