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.

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

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

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.

It's odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don't quite read more

It's odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don't quite fully share the hell of someone close to you.

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.

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.

There's a pang in all rejoicing,
And a joy in the heart of pain;
And the wind read more

There's a pang in all rejoicing,
And a joy in the heart of pain;
And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens,
Are singing the selfsame strain.

Pain is weakness leaving the body.

Pain is weakness leaving the body.

Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.

Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.